Da Lat; Something Quite Different
February 16th 2011 The mini-skirted girl jerked the terry-cloth towel from my middle-aged loins with a hard pull and flung it away. It spiraled like a storm tossed spinnaker into the far corner of the room. She motioned me onto the table with a flick of her cobalt-blue fingernails and got ready to go to work. She kicked off her shoes and climbed onto the narrow table, straddling me. I pressed two tightly-balled
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