Maureen
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There was a man who had met a girl. The party had been interesting and he'd learned about the society he had found himself in, but in the end it came down to the girl. The man walked her home and paused at her doorstep, the very picture of a gentleman. He didn't push, not even for a kiss. He simply made polite conversation and gave her a few suggestive looks. He let her talk about herself, the surest way he had found to win a woman over.
And then it was time to say good night. He took hold of her hand and leaned in to kiss her cheek.
"I should say good night," he said, taking her hand in both of his. "Unless you wanted to invite me in for a drink..."
There was a man who had met a girl. The party had been interesting and he'd learned about the society he had found himself in, but in the end it came down to the girl. The man walked her home and paused at her doorstep, the very picture of a gentleman. He didn't push, not even for a kiss. He simply made polite conversation and gave her a few suggestive looks. He let her talk about herself, the surest way he had found to win a woman over.
And then it was time to say good night. He took hold of her hand and leaned in to kiss her cheek.
"I should say good night," he said, taking her hand in both of his. "Unless you wanted to invite me in for a drink..."