TOUCH OF MALAGA 1970

That base camp at Malaga tents and bars and a wash-house and showers and best of all of course (after the bogs and showers) was the bar and Miriam said there's a disco tonight at this place you coming? of course why not as long as you're here and there's booze I said so we went and it was hot and there was too many bodies dancing (or such as it was called) and you had to fight your way to the bar through tides of people in all kinds of clothing and body smells and hair styles and girls with too much boob so it blocked your way and then once you got to the bar you had to make the bar keeper understand your language and if he could hear through the din of disco music you eventually got your drinks and Miriam was over in a corner at a table she hogged from some French guys and she said some guy pinched my arse did he bring it back? I said she snorted through her nose bringing up the last drop of coke I'm seriously she said sorry about that and gave her her drink and sipped my rum and coke and looked around the place to see who may have pinched her arse but there were too many bodies dancing away and chugging about so I sat and said I guess you have a cute arse and someone needed to touch it to see if it was real maybe so she said but it's my arse still.

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