Drinks and pleasantries are exchanged. She hasn’t gotten laid in months. They take a cab back to his place. The time for small talk is over. Lips meet and clothes come off. She closes the bedroom door and turns off the light. Let the adventure begin. No liftoff, too drunk.
Monday, April 25, 2011
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yeah blame it on the lack of wind
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