Date Nite 8
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Posted:Feb 3, 2018 1:17 am
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The deed was done in seemingly short order and the afterglow interrupted by others seeking 'air' . Elliot kissed me again and we started back into the party . I was a little breathless and slowed as we approached the door . I actually experienced a moment of doubt , wondering if I would face censure from Lori for pushing forward inappropriatly. After all , I had only just met Elliot and our intimacy could possibly be construed as precipitate.. I hadnt been given Loris permission to go down on her associate .. But as we mounted the porch Angel came out of the front door.. She smiled and took my hand .. "I need her help for a minute ,Elliot." and she led me out into the yard.. I was bursting with the desire to talk with her about what had just happened .. "Well" she beamed " what have you been up to" " My god Angel " I said , " my head is spinning .." " Bet the gin has very little to do with that" she giggled .. "I can still taste him " I whispered.. Still holding my hand she led me across the yard to the work/ storage shed ... opened the door and pulled the me inside . The light was a single bare bulb and Angel pulled the chain ,turning it on .. "This " she motioned to the cluttered work bench , strewn with tools and scraps of wood ,nuts and bolts , " is hers .." The little room smelled of sawdust, engine oil, and sweat .. "She comes out here ,fools around with her tools , spits , cusses and generally pretends to be manly ..She drinks , smokes ,and thinks that it makes her masculine .. does it all because she wants me to love her for the man she isnt .. But what she doesnt understand is that I love her for the Woman she is ." I stood there , realizing that I was seeing into her soul .. that she was telling me an unshakeable truth .. " Sex is good and all, Sandi, but I hope you understand... Love is so much more ... It means allowing your loved one the space necessary to grow into themselves.. Lori really believes that all of this is gaining her the love that she needs so badly ... " Her message was clear .. do what you will for fun .. But no amount of ' dressing' will ensure the depth of emotion required to sustain love .. We closed up the little shed and walked ,hand in hand back to the porch where Elliot waited ... Angel squeezed my fingers,leaned close ,whispered , " Elliot is smitten..." and giggled... Elliot and I walked back into the party arm in arm .... I saw Lori immediatly upon entering the room ... she saw me ...and she didnt look happy .. She twitched her head ,indicating that I was to follow .. " I ll be back " I told Elliot .. and made my way back to the door,, where Lori was waiting .. she took my arm and led me outside .. There was a decided difference in the way she held my arm. She was pissed .. She actually dragged me out into the yard .wheeled. spat " ' the fucks going on ..? " I pulled from her grasp , " what ? what did I do .." " Oh no , bitch , she snapped .." I aint turning you out .. dragging the biggest in fucking Texas out into the weeds and sucking his dick ...?? " " But it wasnt like that ... it was one of those moments that couldnt be denied .." I stammered , knowing that my reasons , excuses , pleadings were unheard .. " I dont understand, thought that Elliot would bitch .. about the baby sitting job ... fuckers , I cant trust either of you .." She looked me in the eye , said " Go home " turned and walked away .. over her shoulder she shouted , " Next lesson ... Driving in drag ...." And laughed loudly
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Date Nite 7
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Posted:Jan 21, 2018 8:59 am
Last Updated:Feb 1, 2018 7:45 pm
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Elliot stepped back half a pace, cocked his head and looked me over.. " So hey" he said, "guess you're the girl of the hour. ." I playfully executed a short curtsy and he laughed.." I been wanting to check you out.. heard Lori thinks you could be famous.." I couldn't tell whether he was being nice or not. . . I hoped of course.. I leaned toward him. " I'm famous already.. they talk about me down at the Wal-Mart.. I'm quite brazen. . " ", I'm sure. " he laughed. . He gently took my elbow and guided me to the wet bar.. " Gin and Tonic, right. ? " "How did you know ?"I laughed..There was every indication that I was going to have a great evening. . As the party flowed around me , I became more relaxed and the gin began to exert its socially lubricating properties.. Elliot kept close and I welcomed his proximity .. He was a handsome man tall and steady on his feet.I found myself inching closer to him until we were actually touching each other with our bodies .. His presence began to excite me ,so when he suggested that we step outside for a breath of fresh air ,I offered no resistance ..And as he guided me to a darker area ,shadowed by trees and shrubs,I was ready .. He pulled me close ,tilted my face up with one finger under my chin , and kissed me .. softly at first,and then deeply, slipping his tongue between my lips. I returned his kiss ,wrapping my arms around his neck .. He folded me into his embrace ,slipped one hand beneath my skirt and caressed my ass .. I was his ... " Lets get outta here" he whispered. " No ,baby " I told him .. but I didnt pull away from him .. Instead I locked my lips back to his and found his zipper with one hand , slipped his hard cock out of his pants and knelt in front of him .. he was mine ..
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Posted:Dec 15, 2017 2:31 pm
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In the warm glow cast by the gently burning fire,he could see that she was naked .. he quickly stripped as she watched ,wide eyed .. his cock was huge and turgid ..the flared head was crimson ,and theshaft thickly veined .. He knelt on the soft fur of thebearskin rug ,close beside her head ...she reached for him and he slipped his dick between her opening lips .. and she swallowed the entire length .. he moaned and locked his fingers behind her head, giving her more cock than he knew he had ...she grasped his ass ,wanting the extra length,pulling him as he thrust ..taking him deeper into her throat , deeper than she knew she could ..
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Promised
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Posted:Dec 15, 2017 2:04 pm
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A wide path ran through the thick oak and elderberry wood that surrounded the field .. Looking down it Arthur could see the cabin.. He had sweated blood building it ,and it was a solid structure ,a testament to his attention to detail.The end notch of each hardwood log fit , snug , into the notch of its corresponding neighbor .. The slant and slope of the cedar shaked roof angled precisely perfect from the thick oak beam ridge to the wide overhanging eve ,and the foundation of native rock was as solid as the surrounding mountains from which it was quarried ..
Arthur surveyed his days work .. the long rows were straight and deep , .. the dark ,silted loam laying along each furrow,awaiting backfill .. ready for planting .. and tomorrow he would sow... The air was redolent with the rich smell of the turned soil .. Arthur could almost taste the promise of harvest .. could see ,in his minds eye, the tall,green stalks ,moving in concert,stir gently in the cool evening breeze.. see them turn with the season into the golden yellow kernel,,that ,surely, was Manna.
Tugging the mule,Arthur turned toward home ... The young Jack was balky. As Arthur pulled , the young mule skittered backward ,almost yanking Arthur off his feet ..Arthur cursed and dragged the animals head back around . " Come on you worthless bastard,Suppers waiting" Arthur pulled hard on the lead, but the mule braced it front legs against the tug and sat back upon its haunches. . Ears laid back ,eyes glinting,it's long neck stretched as it launched a vicious bite at Arthur .. Arthur ,well versed in the nature of the animal ,nimbly sidestepped ,and as the large head flashed by him ,teeth clacking upon empty air ,he swung a hard overhand right fist . The blow smashed into the mules head ,just above the eye .. The mule staggered ,but recovered quickly,reversed itself and ed out with both hind feet .. This time Arthur wasn't fast enough and received a glancing blow upon his hip .. Though the only grazed him ,it still sent Arthur sprawling into the brush that lined the path .. Jerking the lines from Arthurs hand ,the mule bolted past him ,headed towards the Comfortable stall built onto the side of the cabin ..
" Daddys people were from Tennessee. . They came to Texas along with General Sam " ..drawn ,as was Houston ,by the steady pull of promised prosperity .. There was land to be had ,acres and acres of it ..The bottom land along its eastern rivers was so rich ,that a sprig thrust into the ground would take root and sprout ..
It's alluvial plain was thickly forested with trees of countless variety,hardwood oak and hickory,tall pine with its soft yellow wood that was malleable and easy to shape .. The willow ,along the myriad creeks and branches, leaning over the slow moving water ,weeping for the lost moments .. the stately pecan ,graciously providing it's nutritious kernel to all .. And the Magnolia, dogwood,crepe myrtle ,the Holly, a burst of color at eye level and above .. Everywhere ,songbirds,brightly colored, darted from limb to limb ,pausing at each temporary perch to send a melodious ..
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Date Nite 6
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Posted:Nov 15, 2017 9:12 pm
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All of the invitees were close friends of Loris. Many had come with her in her flight from the stormed over big easy. Most were men. Lori had problems keeping female friends because her lust precluded any platonic relationships with women. She just couldn't or wouldn't bridal her thirst for the fair flesh. Most of Angels friend were women which complicated her relationship with Lori immensely. Had Angels friends not been very loyal, Lori would have had them all..She did try... Almost all of the women there were simply dates, wives or girlfriends.A sophisticated group,they had no hesitation at supporting any project that Lori undertook. Trying to seem as if I knew what I was doing, I slipped into the room and found Lori. She watched me as I approached. " Damn" she said "You been practicing that walk" I smiled and winked " How do I look? " " You're alright " she murmured and turned to the tall black man standing next to her. " Elliott, I wanted you to meet Sandi.. She's new to all of this. I'd appreciate you keeping an eye on her for me. I gotta go take care of some stuff.." She patted my ass and moved off into the crowd.. I had heard about Elliot. He had been instrumental in the daily operations of Loris stable in New Orleans.. We had never actually met but I felt as if we had.."Hi Elliot, I've heard a lot about you.." I smiled and batted my false lashes, hoping that I was doing it in a girlie way. .
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Date Nite 5
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Posted:Nov 15, 2017 9:07 pm
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Lori had come to Houston with this contingent... In New Orleans she had kept a stable of high end call girls...When the storm came she turned the girls loose to fend for themselves , and packed up ... "Was time for a change anyway " she told me one nite.. "getting stale in that town"... Upon arriving in Houston she set about maklng the sort of friends that would allow her to generate income and insure the lifestyle that she was accustomed to... extravagant, decadent, and stimulating..nothing worked out. her first ' house' was burned by the local motorcycle gang who controlled the vice in that part of the city... Runnlng whores in Houston was different than in N O....In Houston businessmen were there for business, and prostitutes were leased by the hour.. Loris second house was condemned by the city to make way for upscale townhouses. Urban renewal killed the trade in women.... Then she met Angel... This turned into what neighbors would call ' the battleground year'.. But, friends, the Lesbo Wars, is a story for another time.. It's eventual outcome is an actual Greek style tragedy.. For now let us concentrate on the beginnings of my social intro to the femme lifestyle... Having gathered the essentials necessary to start 'dressing' and after a couple of very basic lessons from Angel on the application of make up, Lori decided to give a coming out party on a Saturday nite in mid July .. I, of course , was apprehensive as to both the prep and the actual event. As the evening approached , angel, ever the calming influence, instructed me on how to effectively look coyly from under my eyelashes, how to sip from a longneck in a ladylike manner. , how a girl moved in a graceful glide and never jerked her hips, neck , head , in any other way but daintily.. I absorbed her lessons like a sponge absorbs water. I learned how to sit , stand and bend the way that females are expected to... I gloried in these lessons , really beginning to feel as feminine as I had always wanted to.. On the nite of the party I bathed , shaved my self from hairline to toes , perfumed and powdered my self, and slipped into a peach lace thong tucking my penis as far back as possible. Angel helped me into my black thigh highs and adjusted my miniskirt so that it hung properly at the bottom of the black lace of the stockings .. "Let's not get too slutty at first" she advised.. I donned the sweater and she stood back eyeing me .. " wow " she murmured ... But I have no boobs "I moaned . " of course not " she said " you're not a chick. You're a guy who wants to be a chick. Believe it or not , that really turns a lot of guys on.." She reached out and pinched my nipples , which were actually hard by now . They got even harder and were clearly visible through the thin fabric of the sweater.. "Besides ," she said "you have great nipples and I'll guarantee those will have lips on them before this nites over. " she smiled and winked , " Put on your boots" I did and having had a bit of practice, I managed to walk with a swing to my hips despite the high heels . I hardly wobbled at all ... At the mirror I touched up my makeup and applied my 'fuck me' red lipstick. Freshened my blue green eyeshadow and made my entrance into the party which was in full swing.. As I entered every head turned in my direction ..
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Morning Song 10
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Posted:Nov 12, 2017 2:24 pm
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The Drought of '33
I've seen the sun hot In the Oklahoma sky. The fields turning brown And the creeks running dry. I had a happy home , A good life ,a family And saw it vanish in the heat Of the drought of '33
Everybody knows that A man has to live Taking what he can From what the good Earth has to give. But that heat Was devil sent I know it had to be To destroy a man The way it did In the drought of '33.
Now the grapes I pick Make the wine I drink , And a drifters life I know, But someday I will lay Me down and sleep Where peaceful waters flow. And if I live To be a hundred , I hope I never see Another heatwave Destroy a dream Like the drought of '33...
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Date Nite 4
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Posted:Nov 7, 2017 7:00 am
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I assured her that it was highly unlikely that I would be out and about among the typical urban savage.. I had stopped going to clubs back in the early 80s.. The club and bar scene in the city was an eclectic mix of country ,(where Mickey Gilley was the local legend) Rock, ( heavily influenced by that little band from Texas , , ZZTOP.) And a smattering of reggae , blues,and soul themed strip center bars that were tucked so neatly back among the upscale retail shops that they were only known to the locals.. There were no bars in our little Livingston , Texas, Polk county was a dry county,.. Bootleggers sold 'Shine' in the still segregated 'Quarters'. A mason jar full of the corn competed with crack cocaine pretty well . Especially when each indulgence was a study in survivability.. Both shine and crack were sweeping whole neighborhoods clean of any moral or physical future... The drive bys, the gang wars , and the police over reaction had very nearly emptied the streets.. Then came Katrina ,That awful bitch from the most forsaken reaches of hell... Roaring ashore like the world was ending in an instant... For many it did.. The unfortunate , lucky ones barely escaped with only their lives.. Everything was just,...... GONE........ The streets , where once semi benevolent street gangs had established a lifestyle , Imperfect and sometimes lethal but cohesive enough to ensure rough justice,, there was only water and dead things floating..Those that survived Katrina's initial assault found little charity in the heart of their city... Many died thru the days of waiting for a sluggish federal system to come to their aid.. Others simply fled.. These refugees distributed themselves throughout they country haphazardly, settling near distant relatives, some went where they could make the most of those programs and societal sustenance packages offered by both public and private concerns... Many , many came to Houston .. With them was a goodly number of the undrowned criminal element ...
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Morning Song 2
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Posted:Nov 5, 2017 2:19 pm
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Veil Morning blue bleeds To gray And powers are push and shove , When Destiny leads fate astray , remember a song of love.
In one hand is a light , In the other, light concealed, Look closely at left and right , And find there truth revealed.
When all dreams turn To stone And all hope returns To clay, Other suns have Ever shone Other nights burned Into day ...
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Date Nite 3
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Posted:Nov 5, 2017 9:39 am
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She leaned on the kitchen counter and told me " Angel can tell you any thing you need to know ." Angel, a wisp of a girl smiled shyly. And glanced at me "Size 8 ." She said .. Your problems going to be hiding those shoulders. You got a nice trim waist and a very nice ass , pretty legs but you're going to have to slump those shoulders.. There are are some women's styles that emphasize the long neck and those styles may help some .. The trick will be to get people to notice your ass and legs, the. Shoulders won't matter if they're looking at your ass " she giggled .... I didn't respond .I've never been comfortable discussing my looks , always sure that the string bean build that I had carried throughout my adolescence would be with me forever. I never believed that I had , in fact , filled out nicely and carried my 140 lbs well. Not too thin , not too robust, just right , height and weight proportionate, I believe it is termed, in this day of bulemia and anorexia. Fad diets had never compromised my well being. I had always been able to eat as often and as much as I desired.. But my self awareness had always seen a skinny, awkward young man,a thin, seemingly on the verge of malnutrition, middle aged man.. And , I was sure, a frail ,atrophied octogenarian . Angel assured me that I was none of these.. That I was in fact a man that was almost pretty. There would be no problem that a bit of make up couldn't cover up and otherwise alleviate.. Now it would be the next step to pick out just exactly what I wanted to wear.. I left with an unease that I just couldn't shake .. That nite it was impossible to sleep and after tossing around on my bed for hours, I rose , dressed and went to Walmart.. Now I had looked at women's fashion from the corner of my eye for years. But had never been involved in buying even for girlfriends or wives. I had bought lingerie always proclaiming loudly that I was getting things for my spouse and could breeze through a pantie display with expert precision.. Hosiery was easy .. As was nite wear . But I had never purchased a skirt or top in my life. When I got to the store I squared my shoulders , held my head high and boldly marched into the women casual department picked out a mini skirt,a turtle neck sweater, patterned tights, black thigh high stockingsand a beautiful pair of mid calf buckled boots with a four inch heel. I ignored the suspicious looks from the sales staff sand paid for every thing and left the store feeling as if I had run a marathon ... At home , as I lay the apparel out for a leisured inspection, I began to feel an unfamiliar elation creep up my spine.. Had I actually enjoyed my 3AM shopping spree. Absolutely, I decided, I had definitly found the reason that females can spend hours sorting through scraps of fabric and linen.. Just the simple imagining of what a stylish plate of fashion I would be had given me such unexpected pleasure that I was tempted to jump into the car and go buy more . It wasn't the buying though, that turned me on (and I actually had an erection) it was the vision, the dimly seen promise that I would ' knock em dead' y in my beautiful new raiment.. Later, that day , I gathered my new things and took them for my 'mentors' inspection.. Lori was out when I arrived, but Angel gave my purchases a look and nodded her approval.. " No need to worry about Loris approval " she told me as I Carefully folded the hosiery And hung the skirt and sweater on hangers. "As long as the skirt is short and the shirt is tight in the busom , Lori will approve.. " she chuckled, " it's so easy to please men. Dressing for them is simple, figured it out when I was little.. Guys want you to look good. They don't actually see the fashion , they see the body under it... Skimpier the better. Who you really dress for , and compete with are the other girls.." Especially in a social situation .. All the women out at the clubs , or at a party are always trying to out do each other .. It will ruin a girls whole week if she thinks somebody bested her in that regard "
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Poetry..
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Posted:Nov 5, 2017 9:13 am
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Tribulation
Mother and Father Drank the poison , Inappropriately couched Their rage. But I drank Cool ,clear water, And waited for The wine To age ..
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A Date Nite prequel
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Posted:Nov 3, 2017 10:11 pm
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My First Mentor
Cristi dear, I'm sending you this hoping to bring a smile and giggle.my first(and only)mentor was a young lesbian girl with definite Ideas about style . I wrote it to a friend in Iowa.. shortly after it happened.. True story.
Well , you know how lesbian chicks can get some times.. Lori and her lady Angel started arguing last Sunday . The escalation has taken a week but is by now a full scale war with Lori sleeping in her storage shed and Angel throwing various articles of apparel into the yard... The actual physical violence began Wednesday and so far has included a baseball bat , power tools and at least one major kitchen appliance... Meanwhile I have one eye made up, half a hairdo, and numerous cuts and abrasions to show for my 'excellent choice of a mentor and instructor..'. 'My god,Cristi,had I but known the volatile nature of those two and the instability of the relationship , I would have chosen a much more even natured duo; perhaps oh...I don't know,...Bonnie and Clyde , or maybe Thelma and Louise... Do you get the point ? Things being as they are my neo- punk look is on hold for the moment..my new wardrobe is in mothballs and my dreams of being a drop dead gorgeous t-gurl sleeps with the fishes.. An overstatement , possibly..The' grandmother' next door has kindly offered her assistance and promises to teach me a cute 'Mary Jane' little miss goody, style that is promising.. A bit conservative but at least totally femme. "A lady in the kitchen , a bitch in the bedroom..
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Date Nite 2
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Posted:Nov 3, 2017 7:47 am
Last Updated:Nov 5, 2017 9:46 am
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First things first " Lori said when I showed up for the first of what I was assured would be a plethora of lesson.. ( you need schooling she explained) " What ya got for girl stuff?" I explained that I only had an assortment of feminine lingerie. An odd jumble of panties, stockings,and chemises that I had collected to arouse the various beaus I had associated with in my bisexual frolics.. " I figured as much" Lori grumbled ,as she pawed through what was my private hidden treasure.. "Youre gonna have to go shoppin'."
" Will you go along and help me, Lori? " I asked, envisioning a joyous excursion with her , Angel and I browsing the racks at a quaint , exclusive boutique somewhere in the city.. A boutique for transvestites that would carry the odd size that I was sure to wear.. " Nah, "she said "Something you gotta do.. Call it your first lesson". " But what do I know about buying women's clothes? Nothing , Lori.. I'll be alone in the dark. I know absolutely nothing about sizes , conversion sizing, where even the best boutiques are." " What boutique, you don't need to go to no boutique.. Walmart got every thing youre gonna need. Shit , you got the bread to be goin to a dress shop you can damn sure throw some of it towards the 'lectric bill .. Boutique."she walked away shaking her head as if she couldn't fathom what I had said.. How, I wondered , am I going to get through this? I followed her into the double wide that she and Angel called home. They were an anomaly in the neighborhood. An openly gay couple would not be welcomed in even the meanest areas of this small East Texas town, but Angels father owned the trailer park and he ruled his small empire like a benevolent tyrant .. The old man was as ruthless as any Italian Don and if rumor would be believed, had buried several enemies in the landfill he also owned in an adjacent county. So no one dared speak ill of his youngest .. Angel and Lori were afforded the choicest site in the park .. Rent free.. Lori was opening a bottle of Lone Star ( national beer of Texas) as I entered and she offered me one .. I declined and she snorted " Bet you only drink import, huh . Like the rest of the fairys I know.. Little Lone Star ain't sophisticated enough, ain't that right?"those who didn't know her would never have guessed that Lori had graduated with honors from the school of design at The University of Texas only a few years before. A very intelligent woman she had decided to drop out of the sociological food chain and never looked back ... " the fuck I want to chase a nickel for .. Rather chase chicks.and she would say "I'll fuck up anybody stands in my way" Lori was what straight people commonly avoided..
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