“You know what happened.”
“No, honestly I don’t.”
“That fucking red dress is what happened! “Lisa it’s okay. I don’t
just take mental notes, I write it down as soon as possible, or in today’s world of smart phones and mini-recorders, dictate it. THE TEN COUNT
Lisa really took to the salsa classes. So let’s stick to that. She called
me for two days before I returned her calls. “My grandmother’s tea cakes,” she said after thinking for minute. “Yes!” I shouted after reaching her crotch. You’re mourning a body
I never met. She mumbled something about crowded freeways as I relieved her of her bags and led her to my room.. Tell me, what was the first taste you can remember
that you feel real safe and warm inside?” If she followed my lead, I would be back in control. Lovers get more sex than they can handle. She called
me for two days before I returned her calls. Dining out alone does make me feel uncomfortable and self-conscience. I just knew it!” I shouted as I pumped like a wild man…for about five minutes.
