Neither more nor less

She went for whatever pleased her on avenue A Friday night . Asses or crotches to grope , her goal ; she would have them all . She preferred guys but really whatever she could get her hands on was best : one in the hand is better you know . Guys twisted , leaned , leaped and twirled ; dancing at times contortions worthy of Terpsichore herself ; performed hoping to keep their private parts safely beyond her reach .

She watched the street for just the right guys , the beautiful ones . Between gulps of Sparks Malt Liquor she spied the one she wanted and reached out to touch him . She hunched like a cougar and sprang for her prey , running after them as they ran befuddled and sometimes giggling down the street . When she did make a fruitful grope most didn't seem to mind her touch that much . Most giggled , struggled a bit , jumped away from her and hurried on down the street .

We asked the groper why she groped . She said that she liked doing it ; it made her feel really , really good . She just liked groping men's private parts . She was jonesin' for the thrill of a fruitful grope so much that she knew that it had to be an addiction . An addiction that she would never be able to kick .

Finally the police came and she and all the others drinking with her on the block disappeared into the night . .