The best compliment I’ve ever received? Well, paraphrased, it would be that I was good in bed. But that was very long ago, and only after an exchange of what at the time seemed a fairly large sum of money. After these many long years I still cherish her words, now more than ever. It’s because that, since then, I have suffered long bouts of ED, and recurring episodes of Chlamydia, the later which began presenting later, and have since have reluctantly shared.
She was dark haired, small breasted, thin, and very cute. She had tremendously deep blue eyes. What I miss most about her is that she fucked like a rabbit. I remember that night so well, but not her name. Much laterI found her number on a book of matches. I still keep it, fairly safe, with it’s ragged last match still stubbornly attached at the crease near the striker. It’s floating somewhere in my desk drawer. I call that number on occasion just to make sure it’s busy.
torn words, 
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