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January 5, 1988
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"My waterbed's nice and warm", he sent, smiling a small smile. He knew she would probably ignore it; which she did. Over the summer and early in the fall, it was "Would you like a backrub" with the same small smile. "There's nothing wrong with some companionship...", he thought, "And maybe... just maybe... she'll like me ...and maybe I'll even like her." he said to himself sometimes when the smile faded. |
Its not even sex, its feeling lonely. Its not even love, well, ok, so it is... At least I feel like I'm searching for that, but then why am I being so superficial? God only knows. "My waterbed's nice and warm", he sent, smiling a small smile. He knew she would probably ignore it; which she did, probably with a small smile. ©1988 James (Gary) Geniesse |
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