and my bruised knuckles said yes...

[postethotic]

I knocked on the door because I had heard the most infectious music. It was midnight and I had downed a few drinks - putting some moves on a taken gentlemen in the back of the cafe - hands down pants - whispering taunting words through osmosis into his ear - it had been a good night

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so???

[proxient]

what was she playing?????????

Re: so???

[postethotic]

le tigre.

obviously!

i thought i told you this story when you first came to visit me in the bay area?

Re: so???

[proxient]

ah, i do recall the story, but still you can't leave your dear readers hanging like that...