"I asked, "Will that be it between us?"Angela agreed that it would. I changed my plans and took a plane to her location and drove to her place in a re...tal car. I rang her bell and she opened it and we both stood dumbstruck. Her many pictures did not do her justice and I told her as much. She said the same thing about me. I stepped inside and put my hands on her shoulders and said, "You're more beautiful and diminutive than I thought you were."She ran her hands up and down my arms and chest and. Everyone got to ride her. She was 32 years old when this all happened and even after having two k**s she had a red hot figure. She looked a bit like a brunette Geena Davis with a touch of Greek thrown in. Although these events happened in '88 I have chosen to write this as if it happened only recently. I simply find it easier. Remember this is a true, ridgy didge, fair dinkum story. - - - - "Two beers thanks mate." Nothing really beats a few beers with a mate down the pub when your wife and. When her number was called she stumbled up on the stage and stood there in the bright lights, blinking, looking around, wondering what was going on.She sold for $2200, not bad, in fact one of the best prices of the evening they told me. The Hall took their ten percent, and I was rid of my mistake.I stuck the money in my pocket and drove down the road to the hell-and-brimestone church where they sold and rented young girls, run-aways and abandoned kids, homeless for whatever reasons. I had. Package of baconAs she was unloading the items on to the conveyor belt to check out, a drunk standing behind her watched as she placed the items in front of the cashier. While the cashier was ringing up the purchases, the drunk calmly stated, “You must be single.”She was a bit startled by this proclamation, but was intrigued by the drunk’s intuition, since she indeed had never found Mr. Right and was single.She looked over the six items on the belt and saw nothing particularly unusual about her.