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I knocked on the cottage door and your mother answered is Yehudit home? I asked she looked at me blankly she's in the bath she said can I come in and wait? she nodded and I followed her into the large sitting room where she indicated where I should sit so I sat she walked out into the kitchen I heard her switch on a kettle then she put her head into the room and asked if I wanted a hot drink I said tea would be nice and so she took her head away and I heard her muttering away under her breath I wondered how long you would be and how far you had got with your bath and wished I was the water in the bath to be able to embrace you and put myself around you sugar? milk? your mother asked yes both please I said letting the image of me as the water in your bath run away your mother brought in two cups and set them down on a table she shouldn't be long your mother said she sat down and sipped her tea looking at me and I thought just as well she cannot mind read or I would be on the way out the door but luckily she couldn't and I became the water in your bath once more.
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Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 1:51 PM UTC
WATER IN YOUR BATH 1962.
I knocked on the cottage door and your mother answered is Yehudit home? I asked she looked at me blankly she's in the bath she said can I come in and wait? she nodded and I followed her into the large sitting room where she indicated where I should sit so I sat she walked out into the kitchen I heard her switch on a kettle then she put her head into the room and asked if I wanted a hot drink I said tea would be nice and so she took her head away and I heard her muttering away under her breath I wondered how long you would be and how far you had got with your bath and wished I was the water in the bath to be able to embrace you and put myself around you sugar? milk? your mother asked yes both please I said letting the image of me as the water in your bath run away your mother brought in two cups and set them down on a table she shouldn't be long your mother said she sat down and sipped her tea looking at me and I thought just as well she cannot mind read or I would be on the way out the door but luckily she couldn't and I became the water in your bath once more.
A BOY GOES TO SEE HIS GIRL FRIEND AND CONFRONTS HER MOTHER IN 1962.
TerryCollett
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Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 1:51 PM UTC
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