As I recall, with Jill, we did a lot
more than just kiss down in that
basement alcove. I understand a
woman's modesty, sure, but still
to this story there's a lot more.
I'll let it go now, because I am
old, soiled, rusty, and no longer
so well-oiled. Dreams and
memories now take better
place on my pillowcase
of station. A votre sante!