My
Husband the Whore 3
Jimmy Boom Semtex
When they parted, the lady smiled and
commented, ‘Not bad. You’re ok at kissing. I’m Neptune. What did you say your
name was again?’
‘Wow, Neptune eh? I’m Joe. You got me
there,’ Joe laughed. ‘Thanks on liking my kisses. May I kiss you again?’
‘Yes, you may…’
Joe did so. She didn’t pull back or knee
him in the balls. She took Joe on a trip to… Neptune! Or at least that’s what
it seemed like while he was in her arms on the dancefloor in the alternative
club. The record changes from Metallica to The Cult. They still kissed away and
he ran his fingers all over her body…
It was three records later when they
stopped. Joe was bright red, all giddy and light headed. He offered to buy
Neptune a drink and she accepted, wanting a pint of beer! He wobbled over to
the bar and ordered the drinks.
That meeting was a special one, in Joe’s
eyes. Neptune was a real lady, alternative, with a good figure, she liked cool
bands, was thirty five years old but looked twenty seven; she had some nice
tattoos and was single. She was a mature student studying at the Manchester
University, doing a course on archaeology and history. This was her third and
final year.
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