Raisin Bread

There once was a little bread shop not too far from a school. An
extremely voluptuous, beautiful, long-legged blonde girl, who
always wore very short skirts, worked behind the counter. One
day after school, a boy stopped in at the little bread shop to
get some raisin bread for his mother. The raisin bread was kept
on the top shelf behind the counter, so the blonde girl had to
climb a ladder to get at it. When the young boy looked up, he
was thrilled and amazed at the sight of the blonde girl in her
short skirt.


He told all his friends at school the next day. From then on,
everyday after school, the boys would stop in at the little
bread shop and order a loaf of raisin bread, one at a time. This
soon became a daily occurrence.


One afternoon, while the blonde girl was perched on the ladder
awaiting the arrival of the young boys, an elderly man walked
into the little bread shop. Because she had her back turned to
the store's entrance, she assumed it was boys who had arrived
for their raisin bread. Without glancing over her shoulder, the
unaware blonde girl reached for the bread and said, "It's
raisin, right?" The old geezer stared in amazement at the sight
of the blonde girl perched on the ladder, who didn't appear to
be wearing any panties. As he adjusted his pant leg, he replied,
"Raisin? no, but it's definitely twitchin'."