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happy...the sun in her brilliant eyes....the iris like nothing else I had seen for her color...the pupils large...from the contacts or her wildness...kicking her long legs back and forth....I would stare at the tower..the weather...the ravens...the traffic rolling by...her long beautiful natural still undyed hair then..the chubbiness in her face still around the edges....still practising her smiles and
moves although already she had the heart of a forty six year old lioness...
she could put on her tiger paint and head out at night to prowl with the hustler boys
the pros twice her age in their jacked up cars...come home beat up scuffed up and
deleriously happy...no beat up as in abused...but what she liked...do herschool work..I would make her dinner...and play the xbox I was addicted too on her tv on her end of
the bed where the dog would lay..my spot..at her feet...Bunni would send me to the store for burger or chips or a coffee and I would sit getting a coffee while tina
would prepare the order...she liked me a lot...but I was always exhausted from work
always keeping an eye out...so much to do..keep things in order...
walk back home under the streetlights in the great neighbourhood...till our rent got
jacked and we had too move.....everyone uneasy and bitchy at us...but when you got
a godess on the climb..uber princess the old queens aging and getting replaced it was just that way.....politically she was brilliant so I stayed on my side of my fence..
let her torture the puppets she picked up along the way...the banana republics..
I dont know what I was too her or the rest...I collected my love letters...my harem
slowly via writing.....via intelligence they could bring in too me and I went out and
did what Ive always done.....like now....middle aged....barely much silver...just the goatee and still looking and staying in decent shape....nickels and dimes always..and only....but when the came too me....brought the cup cakes from work and treats we shared......money does not buy that....loyalty is not a thorn...and loves pain is the torture that drives one through storms of hell and back...and keeps all the haters off your street when you crank the blowtorch of the ego open.....
..
happy...the sun in her brilliant eyes....the iris like nothing else I had seen for her color...the pupils large...from the contacts or her wildness...kicking her long legs back and forth....I would stare at the tower..the weather...the ravens...the traffic rolling by...her long beautiful natural still undyed hair then..the chubbiness in her face still around the edges....still practising her smiles and
moves although already she had the heart of a forty six year old lioness...
she could put on her tiger paint and head out at night to prowl with the hustler boys
the pros twice her age in their jacked up cars...come home beat up scuffed up and
deleriously happy...no beat up as in abused...but what she liked...do herschool work..I would make her dinner...and play the xbox I was addicted too on her tv on her end of
the bed where the dog would lay..my spot..at her feet...Bunni would send me to the store for burger or chips or a coffee and I would sit getting a coffee while tina
would prepare the order...she liked me a lot...but I was always exhausted from work
always keeping an eye out...so much to do..keep things in order...
walk back home under the streetlights in the great neighbourhood...till our rent got
jacked and we had too move.....everyone uneasy and bitchy at us...but when you got
a godess on the climb..uber princess the old queens aging and getting replaced it was just that way.....politically she was brilliant so I stayed on my side of my fence..
let her torture the puppets she picked up along the way...the banana republics..
I dont know what I was too her or the rest...I collected my love letters...my harem
slowly via writing.....via intelligence they could bring in too me and I went out and
did what Ive always done.....like now....middle aged....barely much silver...just the goatee and still looking and staying in decent shape....nickels and dimes always..and only....but when the came too me....brought the cup cakes from work and treats we shared......money does not buy that....loyalty is not a thorn...and loves pain is the torture that drives one through storms of hell and back...and keeps all the haters off your street when you crank the blowtorch of the ego open.....
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