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I sat with Tilly in the park in her lunch hour from work. How was your morning? I said. Busy as hell, she said, never seen so many customers; needed this rest. I passed her a sandwich from the paper bag, and ate one myself. She looked **** in her work uniform especially as the dress rode above her knees. What have you been doing? She said. My half day; so I thought I'd come see you, I said, plus I wanted to buy an LP of Elvis. Did you buy it? She said. Yes, and I showed her. I'm more into the Beatles, she said. You'll have to bring one of their albums and we can play it on my record player in my room, I said. I'm sure my mum will let me, will she? Tilly said. Of course if she doesn't know, I said. Benny she knows everything; I bet she has spies on me, Tilly said. All innocent, just playing an LP, I said. She smiled; innocent with you, be more innocent if Christine Keeler was involved, Tilly said. My mum wont mind you listening to Elvis or the Beatles, I said. I'll see; until she's in a good mood, Tilly said. I'll be old by then, I said. She laughed. I will try and get to your place; I'll tell her your mum said it is ok, and she'll be there, Tilly said. I sipped some coke, and she ate her sandwich. I gazed at her knees, at the way the work uniform hid her gems. I can open up a bottle of wine over from Christmas, I said. Tilly raised her eyebrows; I'll try and come; no promises made. I nodded, and felt the sun on my head and wished for some shade
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Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 2:46 AM UTC
OUT OF THE SHADE 1965
I sat with Tilly in the park in her lunch hour from work. How was your morning? I said. Busy as hell, she said, never seen so many customers; needed this rest. I passed her a sandwich from the paper bag, and ate one myself. She looked **** in her work uniform especially as the dress rode above her knees. What have you been doing? She said. My half day; so I thought I'd come see you, I said, plus I wanted to buy an LP of Elvis. Did you buy it? She said. Yes, and I showed her. I'm more into the Beatles, she said. You'll have to bring one of their albums and we can play it on my record player in my room, I said. I'm sure my mum will let me, will she? Tilly said. Of course if she doesn't know, I said. Benny she knows everything; I bet she has spies on me, Tilly said. All innocent, just playing an LP, I said. She smiled; innocent with you, be more innocent if Christine Keeler was involved, Tilly said. My mum wont mind you listening to Elvis or the Beatles, I said. I'll see; until she's in a good mood, Tilly said. I'll be old by then, I said. She laughed. I will try and get to your place; I'll tell her your mum said it is ok, and she'll be there, Tilly said. I sipped some coke, and she ate her sandwich. I gazed at her knees, at the way the work uniform hid her gems. I can open up a bottle of wine over from Christmas, I said. Tilly raised her eyebrows; I'll try and come; no promises made. I nodded, and felt the sun on my head and wished for some shade
A BOY AND GIRL IN A PARK IN 1965
TerryCollett
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Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 2:46 AM UTC
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