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05.01.08
I don't remember much.
I laid on my stomach on the hotel spring mattress and twiddled my legs gently like a bow on violin strings.
The sounds of chit chattery and porno from a lap top in the corner filled the room. I was in a trance. And considering I was the only girl in the room, I was feeling quite sexy. I was enjoying all the attention I was getting. I didn't realize I had blocked you (& the rest of the world) out. Act like you've been there before, right? I thought that's what I was doing.
I've never been here before. And now i'm in the dog house. I'm so sorry.
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