One Night with Mrs Jones

It was dark. All I knew it was after six.

You were standing right around that corner when I approached you.

You were gigantic. And so was your stalk.

So much for your stalk.


We did our usual. But there was something more.

We cuddled. We kissed. We cupped. We spooned.


We talked a bit.

Where do you live? Hong Kong.
You? Hong Kong.

You got a boyfriend? Yes.
Oh.

You? Yes.
Oh.

We laid silent.

So would this be our Vegas? Probably.
And you would not be Mrs. Jones? No.

We laid again. Silent.

We kissed


and went our ways.

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This would probably the last time we would see each other.



Funny, we barely saw each other.