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The sound of a pin dropping on tin could be heard, without a word she came in and she ordered a gin and the beginning began to unfold. She was old, maybe older,I was cold she was colder but the alcohol soon warmed her through. Her name was Susan,Sue for short and she was up for some sport, The question that I asked was, was I? The evening flew by there was a gleam in her eye there was fear in my heart, I said, 'goodbye', she said 'let's not part' she wanted something to start I wanted something to end she attacked I tried to defend but in the end which I did not see, she took me to an ecstasy. Pinned against a fantasy and no one heard me fall.
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Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 7:39 PM UTC
Another night in Mayfair
The sound of a pin dropping on tin could be heard, without a word she came in and she ordered a gin and the beginning began to unfold. She was old, maybe older,I was cold she was colder but the alcohol soon warmed her through. Her name was Susan,Sue for short and she was up for some sport, The question that I asked was, was I? The evening flew by there was a gleam in her eye there was fear in my heart, I said, 'goodbye', she said 'let's not part' she wanted something to start I wanted something to end she attacked I tried to defend but in the end which I did not see, she took me to an ecstasy. Pinned against a fantasy and no one heard me fall.
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Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 7:39 PM UTC
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