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Bill Evans was playing piano on the record on her hi-fi. She had just gone to fill up our glasses with scotch. I lay there on her bed waiting for her return. I could hear the jazz piano and the double bass and snaring drums and the gentle beat. She came back holding two glasses with the amber nectar. I studied how her two firm ******* stood there naked and her blue eyes on me smiling. She lay the glasses one each side of the bed and climbed back in. We sipped our scotch and she said about the phases of the moon and how the moon's pull had influence upon women's menstrual cycles and the effect on some people's minds what was called lunacy. The scotch was good and Bill still played his piano and she drained her glass and the talking stopped and we lay down again hugging close listening to rain.
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Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 3:27 AM UTC
Rain Again 1973
Bill Evans was playing piano on the record on her hi-fi. She had just gone to fill up our glasses with scotch. I lay there on her bed waiting for her return. I could hear the jazz piano and the double bass and snaring drums and the gentle beat. She came back holding two glasses with the amber nectar. I studied how her two firm ******* stood there naked and her blue eyes on me smiling. She lay the glasses one each side of the bed and climbed back in. We sipped our scotch and she said about the phases of the moon and how the moon's pull had influence upon women's menstrual cycles and the effect on some people's minds what was called lunacy. The scotch was good and Bill still played his piano and she drained her glass and the talking stopped and we lay down again hugging close listening to rain.
TerryCollett
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Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 3:27 AM UTC
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