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Viva la France Sonya said drunkenly as we ascended the stairs to our small room in the cheap hotel in Montparnasse. She swayed at the top of the stairs outside our narrow room door. I love Paris she said and tried to put the key in the keyhole. Why does it not fit? she said. Here let me I said and took the key and opened the door. She went in and I followed. We'd been arguing in the cafe about philosophy she and her Kierkegaard and me picking holes in it and pushing my mixed up Marxism. She flopped on the bed arms wide I WANT TO MAKE LOVE she said loudly. The windows open the curtains flapping in the evening air. I guess most of Paris can know that now I said looking down on the narrow street below the Rue something or other. Come here now to me she said softer more seductively beckoning me with her finger. Want another drink too she said. I went to the small table and opened the bottle of wine we had and poured her a glass for  us both and handed her one. She gulped it down that is better she said. I sipped mine and gazed at her lying there. She put the glass on the bedside table and lay there. Undress me she said gently. I went over and began to undress her but she went to sleep. I left her be and lay beside her the *** would keep.
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Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 11:54 AM UTC
VIVA LA FRANCE 1973.
Viva la France Sonya said drunkenly as we ascended the stairs to our small room in the cheap hotel in Montparnasse. She swayed at the top of the stairs outside our narrow room door. I love Paris she said and tried to put the key in the keyhole. Why does it not fit? she said. Here let me I said and took the key and opened the door. She went in and I followed. We'd been arguing in the cafe about philosophy she and her Kierkegaard and me picking holes in it and pushing my mixed up Marxism. She flopped on the bed arms wide I WANT TO MAKE LOVE she said loudly. The windows open the curtains flapping in the evening air. I guess most of Paris can know that now I said looking down on the narrow street below the Rue something or other. Come here now to me she said softer more seductively beckoning me with her finger. Want another drink too she said. I went to the small table and opened the bottle of wine we had and poured her a glass for  us both and handed her one. She gulped it down that is better she said. I sipped mine and gazed at her lying there. She put the glass on the bedside table and lay there. Undress me she said gently. I went over and began to undress her but she went to sleep. I left her be and lay beside her the *** would keep.
A COUPLE IN PARIS IN 1973.
TerryCollett
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Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 11:54 AM UTC
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