The red head is called Georgia McGee, Red for short, with a
genuine toned body and the ass is all hers. Treadmill fit. Mind you these days
you don’t have to go on a treadmill to get fit. There is a machine that
exercises every muscle to toned perfection whilst you sleep. Turns out each
atom in your body has a memory of how it should be at peak condition. This
machine just switches that memory on. No effort. Just a deep relaxing tone
massage. Life in this century is a breeze, if you have the money, and stay out
of the clutches of the IGBI. Neither of which I have done. However I digress.
After staring in The Birds, we went for a burger at the Blue Lounge. A Charlie
Parker quartet was playing and we had a couple of bottles of Gallic World
Sparkling, and a brandy chaser. Then back to my pad to check out the
merchandise. And I was not disappointed. Red was great in the sack and a good
talker. Not boring domestic stuff, but stories about the MWD and her twin
sister. She promised me a three up with her. Just pillow talk, but we shall
see. Red had taken my mind completely off
Veronica until Brian broke in saying she was on the line. Just voice
this time no visuals.
Red was just leaving anyway so I waited until the door
sealed itself back and I took the call.
‘Hi fingers’, that familiar voice sent tingles along my
spine. ‘Why no call I thought you liked me.’
‘Hell Veronica, Doil and Smith said it was out of the
question. You know me I would have walked over a burning piano to just to catch
a glimpse of your blue eyes.’
‘Well come running I need to see you, I’ll
give Brian the details’.
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