#brothels
Charlie said about going
into the small French town.
You'd been told about the
street of brothels. There
were other soldiers walking
up and down the street.
Girls milled about in flimsy
dresses or tight skirts.
Charlie and you had never
had *** before but neither
told the other. Charlie went
into one such place and you
followed. There was a bar
and tables and some chairs.
Girls were with soliders
getting them to buy them
drinks then take them upstairs.
Charlie bought the drinks.
Dark beer stuff. Two young
girls came over and spoke
in a broken English about
buying drinks. They moved
themselves against you both.
You sipped the beer. Charlie
drank a couple of mouthfuls
and went off with the thin
faced French girl. You stood
there with your glass of beer
looking at the girl left behind.
Your father who had been
out in France in the first war
said to avoid those places
or you'd get the pox. She said
about going upstairs. You said
you couldn't not today. She
rubbed herself against you.
You gulped at your beer not
knowing about *** or what to do.
Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 3:09 AM UTC