(This is a First-Timer story. If you would like a Part II, let me know...) It had been another wasted day on the picket line. As Taya and I walked to the bus stop, I had the opportunity to check her out. She was dressed in a light-blue shirt, a slightly-faded jean-skirt and white tennis shoes. It was easy to notice her shoulder-length, silky midnight black hair, supple firm legs and a taut candy-apple sized ass. Being of...