Possessive 1
While you walk, you find yourself reflecting on what's missing from your life. You aren't really bothered about still being a virgin. You have a few close female friends but you've never really had the urge to try and jump into bed with any of them. A few drunken fumbles at house parties, but you've always been respectful and more of a shoulder to cry on and some thoughtful words of encouragement to the women in your life.
You notice a little bit of rubbish on the path. Well, at first it looks like rubbish, but as you get closer you can see it looks like an old magazine. Very old. You turn it over in your hands, you get a small thrill as you realise it's an old lingerie catalogue. This is the kind of thing you used to hide from your parents when you were a teenager. You flip through a few pages, the mix of nostalgia and the vintage cut of the lingerie causing a stir in your shorts.
For a moment you wonder how did this catalogue even get here. It's in perfect condition so it can't have been here long.
You hear a small rustling in the bush close by. You hastily fold and tuck the catalogue in the back of your shorts and turn towards the sound.