that's not romance tutsi.

That's lust.

lust??? now I'm reminded of the disgusting faceless couple in the back of Travis Bickle's cab in Taxi Driver ('make it quick driver; there'll be another 20 fer you...HAW HAW HAW; yew are a cute thang an' you know what I like! (giggle, giggle))

I am debased and and need to cleanse meself...I only wanted to entertain and never to offend

aww tutsi, dont worry! Have a nice cup of tea and savour the memories. Life is supposed to have interesting interactions to reflect upon.

but ye gotta admit that I did a pretty ggod job of puttin' the story together in about 15 mins. (of course, the woman has been on my mind fer the past 37 years)

Wow tuts, although my memories of highly charged liaisons don’t go back 37 they certainly go back 30, and you have me thinking now...

well, ye know tiggs, when ye've been around fer as long as I have...back in the old days the Inner Mission as the neighborhood was called was an extension of the SF skid road area; ye had to step over drunks sleepng in the doorway an' ye could wander around with a beer in a paper bag and' nobody cared...I went back 10 years later and the place had been gentrified; some restaurant people called the cops on me when they saw my can of beer...I had moved over to the East Bay by then...

yeah, them were the days...ye shoulda seen the SF Bay then it was quite a sight (just kiddin'...I lifted the line outta the movie 'Atlantic City' when Burt Lancaster sez 'you shoulda seen the Atlantic Ocean then...'meaning in the old days)

yeah...so, I was living in the Mission in SF at the time near 16th and Valencia...round the corner from the Roxie theatre. I had been drinking and so had she and I didn't get a good look at her in the VW she was driving. She sounded a bit nuts but didn't we all in those days. When we pulled up I said come up (I had a sixpack with me that we were drinking as we drove over the Bay Bridge) as i wanted to continue with the mania. I wasn't able to check her out until we got upstairs and she took her coat off to reveal, etc., etc...

we opened a couple of beers as a formality then lunged at each other...it didn't stop until we passed out from exhaustion. In the morning I awoke half hanging off the foot of the bed to find her naked in my rocker staring distractedly out the bay window and smoking a fag. She heard me, put out the smoke and got back into bed...again it was non-stop until hunger took us over...

we walked around the corner to get tortillas and eggs from the palestinian grocer. I happend to have a jar of nopalitos (cactus sprouts) that I added to the eggs that we wolfed down with salsa. she mentioned between mouthfuls that she had just been released from Napa State Hospital and it started me thinkin' 'should I be encouraging this?' No matter, we got at it again when we finished eating...being shackled by testosterone I didn't give a shit.

she left in the late p.m. I called her later but she was back on her medication and told me to <deleted> off.

so, that's it...

lets see you beat it...

Excellent!

although my memories of highly charged liaisons don't go back 37 they certainly go back 30, and you have me thinking now...

Ah , you have me remembering my old memories too, when I was a liaison officer

although my memories of highly charged liaisons don't go back 37 they certainly go back 30, and you have me thinking now...

Ah , you have me remembering my old memories too, when I was a liaison officer

(cough) kindly describe the nature of the liaisons that you supervised...