…been doing that since seven pm!
Think my body might be trying to tell me something?
Think an early night won’t kill me. I did only 900 odd words tonight, so I will have to catch up over the weekend – then again, that’s what weekends are for, not so? I decided to skip the sex scene for a bit. I’ve put down the basics, I don’t suppose everybody has to know exactly how her nipples compares to peach blossoms or some such shit. Think when you reach a certain age, the silly comparisons are just that, silly, The blush of youth has long since faded and stretch marks rather than pencil test pass rates are at the order of the day. Suppose the guy will have to kiss each stretch mark, even if only to make the chick feel better about herself, being naked in front of a man. Oh well. That’a a worry for another day.
Dancing tomorrow night, show on Sunday, and I might even join the write in they have her in my neck of the woods. Now I must only figure out where the Mugg & Bean in Menlyn is. Luckily we all have maps 😉
For now, let me leave you with a smoky jazz tune – just the ticket when you’re dreaming of your, possibly yet unborn, soul mate 😉