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Charlie wasn't in a good mood. She wasn't in a good mood at all. After her own fiance got all mean and wouldn't screw her, she'd poured herself into a really hot dress. She'd even managed to scare up a cigarette. She was sitting on the steps of her house in the Hamlet, smoking and staring at the sky, sighing dramatically from time to time. Really, a girl had simple tastes. She just wanted to get screwed...a good cocktail maybe.
She looked at the ring on her finger critically. It was kind of ugly. Maybe she ought to have insisted on diamonds. Diamonds or nothing.
She sighed and blew a plume of smoke up to the sky and crossed her legs. The split in her dress leaves very little to the imaginations.
What ever happened to a girl just being allowed to have a little fun?
She looked at the ring on her finger critically. It was kind of ugly. Maybe she ought to have insisted on diamonds. Diamonds or nothing.
She sighed and blew a plume of smoke up to the sky and crossed her legs. The split in her dress leaves very little to the imaginations.
What ever happened to a girl just being allowed to have a little fun?