“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 @