Initials nearly always the true ones. In most cases, the women they represent are dead or lost to me. Streets and bandy houses named are nearly always...correct. Most of the houses named are now closed or pulled down, but any middle-aged man about town would recognize them. Where a road, house, room, or garden is described, the de***********ion is exactly true, even to the situation of a tree, chair, bed, sofa, pisspot. The district is sometimes given wrongly, but it matters little whether. That was to work for her in the morning and then after I finished my paper route, report to her for more duty before I could go home. She removed my nicotine patches and after a few minutes asked me how I felt; I was dying for a cigarette. She flipped her long gold and red pack of More 120s at me and I took one of the cigarettes from it. She gave me a light and I dragged furiously on the cigarette. When I finished, she pulled a new pack of More 120s from the cigarette rack behind the counter. “You bet!” he responds looking up for one last glimpse of Rita’s wears before she too reaches the top. Once Tom climbs off the ladder, Fran leads the way along the narrow wooden walkway in the tops of the high trees. After a hundred yards or so the walkway opens out into a platform in front of a large tree house, which is not open yet. The platform, which is edged by 4 foot high glass panelling topped with a wooden rail, overlooks a clearing in the forest, some 30 feet below. There are a few. I had a taxi flagged down and pullingup as my sister and her brother caught up. It was a minivan, perfect. Ikissed him, my brother, looking into his eyes for the first time sincewe found out. He had the biggest grin as we jumped onto the rear facingseat. My sister and her brother on the front facing seat. As the taxileft, we both jumped up and straddled our man, planting deep wet kisseson their lips. Our hips ground together, completely out of sync with thepassion we were all flailing around.