Over dinner and drinks, Jen and I regularly argued about interpretations of Shakespeare and debated the English Romantics. Brazzers I’d spent the afternoon trying on every outfit in my wardrobe. You mean she’s…? That makes you feel cheap. He assured me he was divorced. But so far it seemed intractable. I meant them, too. – – – – – – – – Read 9924 times |
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“I’ve been the tenant of your flat,” said Jennifer. Blow-job? “I went through the same purgatory as you, Clarissa, but I was rescued more quickly, so I was lucky. My memories of the brothel became vague and fragmented, less vivid than many of my dreams and scarcely less confused.
