Marilyn ran around the track in her new outfit smiling at the hunk she just went by. He smiled back and she felt herself blushing.
She was thinking how perfect this summer romance could be when she slipped in a pile of dog shit and fell face first into another pile of dog shit.
As she lifted her head, she saw the hunk. She wanted to turn away and hang her head in shame, but the tall hunk tilted her head up.
“I love your shit eating grin.”
They made out for fifteen minutes straight, swapping spit and dog shit.