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Dear Film Fans,

 

Do you recall your first cherry girl?

 

Does she, even today, after all these years, and so much water under the bridge and over the dam, still stir your loins?

 

Those were the days when our juices were flowing, and when we were so in awe of almost anything and everything about the mysteries of what might lie beneath.

 

We had far better senses of smell, those days.

 

And, the perfume of young girlhood, brought us such a flutter....

All over.

 

Our very beings, it seemed at times, was solely involved with getting to her, like dogs in heat.

 

Such a fine animalistic existence, did we lead, in those all-too-short days, now long behind us.

 

It was like the great movie, PICKNIC, but even more earthy, by comparison.

 

It was like, only more so, Natalie Wood and Warren Beatty in the film, Splendor in the Grass, even...!

 

 

 

I'm NOT a nice girl....

 

But, who is?

 

I, for one, am not a nice girl.

This is certain!

 

And, what about PICNIC?

 

Those were the days...the good days...
When the juices were flowing, and when we needed worry only about Sex and The Bomb.

 

 

Cheery Sherry...

Such a song!

 

Just listening to Sherry could make a young man wet.

 

Those days, were were less desensitized to all the many wonderful stimulations in our lives.

Even the slight brush of a girl's skin on one's skin could give one a huge rise.

 

Were have those great days gone?

 

Regards,

Gamma

 

 

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