As he walked up behind her, his eyes travelled the long expanse that were her legs, mentally undressing her in his mind.
When she turned to greet him, all his dreams appeared to come true as she presented him with breasts he’d have happily suffocate himself between.
Sadly, her personality was a dull as a narcoleptic with sleeping pills. Alcohol was going to be needed, and lots of it.
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Author Chris Brown 
Lame!! Hahaha!
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Why lame?
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Lame to meet someone so promising just to be let down by realities.
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Oh. Sums up myself quite nicely.
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You mean you had met someone promising who let you down or that you think that it would take a lot of alcohol for a girl to fall for you?
Because, I don’t really drink… and I wouldn’t need any alcohol. Just saying…
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A little column A, a little column B.
And thank you, that nice of you to say.
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I always tell the truth.
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Hehe…..this gave me the giggles, Chris.
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Many thanks
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Hehehehehehe
Brilliant!
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Thank you everso
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