MY PRINCETON DRIVER
...was a rough looking lesbian wearing
a British driving cap. She'd left the
Cadillac running. She sat behind the
wheel - door ajar as she slouched
half out and half in together, smoking
heartily a cigarette whose puffs she
threw jauntily out to this world as
she waited. It was an early morning
farce, and I was instantly amused.
...was a rough looking lesbian wearing
a British driving cap. She'd left the
Cadillac running. She sat behind the
wheel - door ajar as she slouched
half out and half in together, smoking
heartily a cigarette whose puffs she
threw jauntily out to this world as
she waited. It was an early morning
farce, and I was instantly amused.
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