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G We would use our clothes as drapes on the hut's windows ... unless her suitcase was full, we would use the cloth as walls until nothing was left to wear. For those who might ask, how could I be sure I can convince Maryann to give up her girl-next-door innocence? Well, I would have been very dashing in my custom-tailored Navy Blues. And while I no longer look good naked anymore ... back then, a 48" chest, atop a ripped six-pack, supported by a 34" waistline with a 33" inseam, made my romantic conquests very successful back then. (After all, from the summer of 1976, until the fall of 1978, Ole Chuck Milton and I shared the title of Sweat-Hog-Kings of Nas Oceana, Va) And if ever I should doubt my lovemaking expertise, learned in the sometimes day-long embraces of some of the world's most passionate women, I always had the trick where I lick my eyebrows. Okay, this is a bit of bragging... but then, isn't boasting merely an invitation for someone to dare you to prove one's claims? I caution that one should always remember how a fellow makes the horse sitting at the end of the bar cry. |