The uncultured would often refer to me as a philanderer, a womanizer, a pervert, a stalker, a molester, a rapist or even a pedophile. Those scum are wrong. Hell, the first one is complete blasphemy because I’ve never even got a girl in bed. No, those people do not know the truth. I am no pervert, my tastes are far too sophisticated to be understood by the simple-minded around me. I am an admirer of nature’s blessings.

Walking down the street, I took in the sights. Beautiful women all around me with juggs proving God hasn’t forsaken us. What kind of ungrateful swine wouldn’t appreciate such obvious gifts?

I have been admiring, analyzing and rating God’s work for years. And today I had a particularly special target I was tracking down. If I remember correctly, she works as a bunny girl at a restaurant - the brilliant lengths people go to attract customers.

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Arriving at my destination, I leaned against a wall a distance away from her and started admiring. Her bunny suit was as black as night; perfectly matching her long velvety hair. Her figure was a perfect hourglass with her tight bunny suit further accentuating her this fact. Her eyes were like my sisters - a perfect blue.

Next was the Analysis. The dominance of black only made her eyes stand out all the more; almost distracting enough to take mine off her blessings. The bunny suit revealed just enough to be teasing while leaving the perfect amount to the imagination. She showed off her assets like there was no tomorrow and her curves and non-existent waist made them all the more magnificent. Yet another of God’s finest creations.

Rating - a solid six out of ten.

“Erm… Sir? May I help you?” She asked, my face inches from her breasts.