Underground Ballroom

— Tale 7 —

“After the show. I am exhausted. Get in to the car in a daze.

Windows down Wind Blowing. All I can smell is my weed and my perfume.

Me and *** ***** are laying in the back of an Escalade.

I see her face laying in my lap. I am in shock. It is flawless.

She is a model but she is very modest. Very kind. European accent

Swiss/German/Ukranian

We go back to The Mercer. We cuddle and kiss, but she doesn’t want to have sex. Which I admire her for. She is someone who I see myself marrying

I walk her back to her hotel and wish her a goodnight. My ****** got the best of me so I message my Russian friend ***** and ask to *****. *** says yes, I pull up to *** apartment, we share a cigarette, we ******, we have another cigarette, then I leave.

In the Truck back to the mercer. *** ***** runs through my mind like an athlete. “

The Fourth chapter ( Crying Out )

“I miss her eyes , her nose and every feature on her face.

I miss the London skies

And their 50 shades of grey @


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