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By: David W. Clare Her bedroom was a mess, Girlie things strewn about... Heels and pantyhose flying around as she got undressed... I did the same, I didn't even know her name! She told me her husband was out of town... We both were half-crocked, her martini spilled on the rug... We held each other and hugged! **** then I awoke as the phone rang! This ****** dream seemed more than real... I had been celibate since about last May! Wrong number; same crap different day... The hotel operator was told to hold all my calls! Tried to catch more sleep in hopes of capturing her *** in that dream... Then, came a hard knock on my hotel room door. A strange angry man, looking for his wife showed me her photograph... I was stunned! I told him about my dream, it seemed he thought it was in jest! Punched me in the face... Glad there were some band aids in the medicine chest... Then, I realized I must lock-down the latch... Making love to his wife; with no strings attached... (C) In perpetuity all rights reserved (P) FilmNoirWorks
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Dec 14, 2016
Dec 14, 2016 at 5:51 AM UTC
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