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She was up for it, Johnny knew the signs, saw the advertisement in her dark liquidy eyes, smelt it in her perfume, the kind of perfume that said I want to be laid. She stood in the doorway of her apartment, one hand on the open door, cigarette held between fingers, the other lowering the top of one side of her black dress (you can imagine the rest). Johnny noted she wore no bra, no rings, no sign she was signed and sealed to another, no sign she was disappointed to see him, so show of shyness, just that cool unfolding signal how about *** how about you and I spread out a little, listen to some jazz on the Hi-fi, drink some ***** All shown without words, without big gestures, none of her revealing: I am a **** take me as you want me kind of thing; just Johnny standing against the door jamb, cigarette between lips, one in his right hand maybe for later, she staring at the elevator door closing and he gazing at her as if   she was some Venus de Milo... Well, you know.
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Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 3:05 AM UTC
SHE WAS UP FOR IT 1973.
She was up for it, Johnny knew the signs, saw the advertisement in her dark liquidy eyes, smelt it in her perfume, the kind of perfume that said I want to be laid. She stood in the doorway of her apartment, one hand on the open door, cigarette held between fingers, the other lowering the top of one side of her black dress (you can imagine the rest). Johnny noted she wore no bra, no rings, no sign she was signed and sealed to another, no sign she was disappointed to see him, so show of shyness, just that cool unfolding signal how about *** how about you and I spread out a little, listen to some jazz on the Hi-fi, drink some ***** All shown without words, without big gestures, none of her revealing: I am a **** take me as you want me kind of thing; just Johnny standing against the door jamb, cigarette between lips, one in his right hand maybe for later, she staring at the elevator door closing and he gazing at her as if   she was some Venus de Milo... Well, you know.
A MAN AND THE UNKNOWN WOMAN ON A BLIND DATE 1973
TerryCollett
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TerryCollett
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Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 3:05 AM UTC
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