| Nov302007 | The Japanese Schoolgirl Story |
Three of us had left at an earlier stop to check out the hot springs. Studds, Marlene and I remained to ride the bus back into town and head on home to a warm lodge full of blazing heaters and Beatles songs on loop. Studds and Marlene road together in a seat, I sat on my own.
At the next stop, a class of schoolgirls got on. They filled up the aisle of the bus and continually yapped on about whatever teenage girls yap about. The next bus stop revealed even more girls. As the second load of girls alighted, the bus driver announced that they would need to move right to the back of the bus and occupy every available seat. So that’s how I ended up being surrounded by Japanese schoolgirls.
When the bus rolled to our stop, the schoolgirls squeezed to one side of the aisle and the three of us squeezed by them. As we walked away, I said to Studds, “I think I just walked through someone else’s wet dream.”
All I could think about was why the hell this fetish has grown around the idea of the Japanese schoolgirl. They didn’t look all that different to schoolgirls in Australia; it’s just kind of creepy to me.
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