OVER DAMP GRASS 1970.

We stopped at Madrid base camp and I put the book back in my duffle bag what you reading? Miriam said I took the book out and showed her The Apostle? what's it about? St Paul you know the guy who found Christ on the road to Damascus o him she said why are you reading about him? wanted to read what he was like and did I said she shrugged and said everyone for their own salvation I guess I put the book away in the bag we walked to a base camp cafe and ordered burgers and cokes and sat at a table together who you sharing a tent with? she said some young ex army guy I said what's he like? she said he moans a lot about the army and his mother and his mother's guy whom he hates I said shame you can't share with me she said smiling but I’ve got a tubby girl with me who eyes all the guys but the guys avoid shame I said maybe she's all right o she's all right but not my type she smiled maybe we should team her up with that ex army guy Miriam said then we could shack up and have good night together I looked at her don't think he'll be interested he's off dames as well some girl had let him down a few months back I said shame Miriam said it would have been good I guess it would I said we ate and drank and went back to our separate tents to change for the camp disco later I watched her walked with that swaying ass and I walked back reluctantly over the damp grass.

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