"Where's your old man?"The waitress flicked a glance at me before replying, "God knows. Technically, I'm still married -- but it's only because I can'... find him to serve papers. He hasn't done nothing for me for a while." I guess I should describe the woman: Black, busty, a little thick, but not huge. Tall. Nice legs for a black woman; they tend not to be shaped the same as whites -- fewer curves, or different ones, anyway. Her skirt was demure for length, but molded itself to a nice, padded. Her voice was soothing. Despite how it might have looked, I was no loony. I knew everything. I knew she was involved in a particularly torrid affair with a doctor from the hospital where she worked. I knew his name was Conrad and his address was local, I knew his wife was named Pepper, and his daughters Maggie and Sophie. I knew they had met at the Red Herring, a respectable bar for married singles looking to shed the inauspicious vows of wedlock. I knew, during seven years of marriage, she had. Us nay mujh say kaha k main app ko kiss kar na chata hoon main dari hoe thi or main nay haan kar di phir us nay mujh ko gall per kiss kia or phir lips per b us time raat k kuch 11:30 ho rahay thay phir main apnay kamray main chali gae main app ko ye to bata bholl he gae k us ki ammi or abu kaheen gay ho e thay phir jab sab ghar main a e to batain karanay lagay or sab apnay room main chalay gay chota bhae b chala gaya sonay main apnay room main aga ee or bister per late gae or sochnay lagi k. The youthful beauty that filled that beach was truly a sight to behold. It made everything else worthwhile. I helped each girl launch, launched the tube holding the cooler, and then launched myself. I had to hand it to Lisa, she didn’t skimp. I would have bought a three dollar truck inner-tube for myself, but she got me the king daddy. It was meant to be pulled behind a boat and was not lacking in the quality department. The rest of my floating companions did have truck inner-tubes but given.
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