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Nov 2013
I sat in your car,
Mentally preparing to return home, to try to save my marriage.
You made a fist with the hand that gripped the steering wheel
And lightly punched me on the upper thigh, twice.
"Good Luck" you said.
And I wanted to **** you.
I got out of the car, and walked away, without looking back.
Amanda In Scarlet
Written by
Amanda In Scarlet  London, UK
(London, UK)   
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