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Miriam sips her cool Martini I drink beer the disco music's loud people dance we just stand by the bar both smoking and drinking Malaga the place where Picasso was born in and she says how about we drink more then go back to my tent and have *** what about the plump dame you share with won't she mind? I ask her she's gone off to Tangiers by ferry and will meet us later at the camp Miriam says to me o that's good I tell her I didn't fancy the idea of having *** with the plump dame as well she titters as she drinks her red hair of tight curls is shaking I watch her standing there her figure scantly dressed I thinking of the time in Paris that first *** on the coach at the back Beethoven's music on the coach radio all others asleep or occupied by the sights of Paris going by the windows let's go then Miriam says to me so we leave the night club and wander back hand in hand to her tent but there by the tent flap the plump dame changed my mind she utters drunkenly stay the night go with you tomorrow I gaze up at the sky of the night and ask the o big why?
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Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 3:37 AM UTC
MALAGA NIGHT 1970
Miriam sips her cool Martini I drink beer the disco music's loud people dance we just stand by the bar both smoking and drinking Malaga the place where Picasso was born in and she says how about we drink more then go back to my tent and have *** what about the plump dame you share with won't she mind? I ask her she's gone off to Tangiers by ferry and will meet us later at the camp Miriam says to me o that's good I tell her I didn't fancy the idea of having *** with the plump dame as well she titters as she drinks her red hair of tight curls is shaking I watch her standing there her figure scantly dressed I thinking of the time in Paris that first *** on the coach at the back Beethoven's music on the coach radio all others asleep or occupied by the sights of Paris going by the windows let's go then Miriam says to me so we leave the night club and wander back hand in hand to her tent but there by the tent flap the plump dame changed my mind she utters drunkenly stay the night go with you tomorrow I gaze up at the sky of the night and ask the o big why?
A BOY AND GIRL IN MALAGA IN 1970 AND A CHANCE MISSED
TerryCollett
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TerryCollett
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Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 3:37 AM UTC
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