IF NOT TOO LATE 1970

That time we went to Fez and you said it's like Biblical times all these fecking donkeys and camels and people dressed like Jesus I said to Miriam so it was my first time and we had to leave the vehicle outside the gates of the city she said we were sitting at the Moroccan bar of the camp base sipping cokes and had French loaf sandwiches on plates beside us but it was good I said and that mosque I went in was great I had to take off my sandals mind you but hey the site inside was good I didn't go in but that market was out of this world she said she sat on a stool beside me sipping her coke she had a pink tee shirt and red shorts -I loved red- and bare feet I looked at the feet recalling mouthing her toes that night in Malaga after the shower at the camp base there and well the rest followed I bit into the French roll sandwich lettuce cheese cold lamb meat and some kind of pickle those women wore those black gown things she said could only see their eyes I don't think I could wear one of those I like to be seen and why bother to wear make up or wear something skimpy if you've got one of those on she said they don't I guess that's their religion I said she bit into her French roll and was silent she smelt of apples and hay and I could have licked her but we sat and ate and thought of the beach and moon and stars and sex if not too late.

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