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Shall We Dance?
When I was 23, I wanted to contrive a “chance meeting” with a very beautiful girl that had recently moved in next door. Every morning at 7:00 am she headed out her front door to go for a jog, and I saw the opportunity to introduce myself. “Oh, hey, just walking the dog,” I would say. And, “Oh, she’s so cute!” she’d say, and then the nakedness and rolling around commences. Gigidy, Gigidy. Read the rest of this entry »
