In the middle of absolute nowhere, HENRY J was a call girl of sorts, chilling on the side of the road holding up her phone number. She looked so sensuous busting out her curves that I have seen only rarely on the most sultry of females- but never on an inanimate object. She was demurely teasing me by wearing my most desirable color. It’s more flesh than pink. It’s taboo. It makes one blush to look at her because it’s the color of parts that don’t see the sun. An earthy, delicious, sexy and fleshly blush. I lost my breath and started gasping at my husband with my nails in his thigh…. stop stop stop ….turn around… I AM IN LOVE.

I was so ABSOLUTELY SMITTEN with the COLOR and CURVES of this gorgeous creature that all I could think was that I MUST RESCUE HER. NOW. I gathered up all my resources and came back the next day feeling like a lion pouncing on its prey with one giant paw,….. yet I have no idea what I’ll do with this thing I’ve conquered. I find myself just caressing her and admiring her, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. She wants to be touched. It’s been a long, dry couple of decades in her life, living as a trophy. I want to share her with you.

I found out she’d been a kept object, isolated in a pristine garage for, oh, 70+ years? She’s the creation of a ship designer and only one of 1200 ever made. Obviously, her owner had her on a pedestal and she wasn’t having any fun at all. Well, what a virtuous rescue this is going to be.

It’s her time to shine.

Come on girl,

HEY GIRL HEY, HENRY J CAME OUT TO SLAY.

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