What are you wearing?
Eddie asks. Clara
Looks at him. Wearing?
What do you mean what
Am I mean wearing? Yeah,
That’s what I asked. The
New dress you bought me,
That’s what I am wearing.
I bought you that? Yeah,
You bought me this. Don’t
You remember that?
I didn’t buy you
That two bit dress; I’d
Have remembered a
Dress like that. You chose
It for me, Eddie;
You pointed it out,
Took it off the peg
For me, and said it
Suited me fine. I’d
Not choose a dress like
That, Eddie says, I
Don’t like the colour,
It don’t suit you; don’t
Match your eyes. Clara
Sighs. She does a twirl,
The dress lifts slightly.
But you must like it,
Eddie, you picked the
**** dress. Eddie chews
On his cigar; looks
At Clara with his
Steady stare. I don’t
Like it, take it back.
Back? Clara echoes.
Yeah, and tell the shcmuck
You sold it to you
I want the money
Back today. Clara
Pouts and looks down at
The dress. I like it,
Eddie, can’t I keep
It? I won’t wear it
When I’m with you; just
Wear it when I’m out
On my own. On your
Own? Eddie says, and
Let other guys see
You in it? Let their
Eyes get the heat on
Seeing you in that?
Please, Eddie? Clara
Moans, Please, can‘t I keep
It? Eddie nods his
Head slowly. Ok,
Baby, but don’t do
That twirl thing again
It shows off your thighs,
I don’t want that to
Be seen by others
Guys. Clara kisses
Eddie’s cheek. They have
This kind of dumb ****
Conversation each
And every week.
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 2:43 AM UTC
What are you wearing?
Eddie asks. Clara
Looks at him. Wearing?
What do you mean what
Am I mean wearing? Yeah,
That’s what I asked. The
New dress you bought me,
That’s what I am wearing.
I bought you that? Yeah,
You bought me this. Don’t
You remember that?
I didn’t buy you
That two bit dress; I’d
Have remembered a
Dress like that. You chose
It for me, Eddie;
You pointed it out,
Took it off the peg
For me, and said it
Suited me fine. I’d
Not choose a dress like
That, Eddie says, I
Don’t like the colour,
It don’t suit you; don’t
Match your eyes. Clara
Sighs. She does a twirl,
The dress lifts slightly.
But you must like it,
Eddie, you picked the
**** dress. Eddie chews
On his cigar; looks
At Clara with his
Steady stare. I don’t
Like it, take it back.
Back? Clara echoes.
Yeah, and tell the shcmuck
You sold it to you
I want the money
Back today. Clara
Pouts and looks down at
The dress. I like it,
Eddie, can’t I keep
It? I won’t wear it
When I’m with you; just
Wear it when I’m out
On my own. On your
Own? Eddie says, and
Let other guys see
You in it? Let their
Eyes get the heat on
Seeing you in that?
Please, Eddie? Clara
Moans, Please, can‘t I keep
It? Eddie nods his
Head slowly. Ok,
Baby, but don’t do
That twirl thing again
It shows off your thighs,
I don’t want that to
Be seen by others
Guys. Clara kisses
Eddie’s cheek. They have
This kind of dumb ****
Conversation each
And every week.
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