The Best Of The Worst
A Girl With A Past Who Needed Money…
So there I was, smoking a ciggie, getting into the good stuff, listening to some classy jazz on the radio and wondering why I left my top button done up when I was obviously in a sexy frisky mood…when there it was – in black and white – it said right there in the paper…I was not The Girl in the Red Dress at all but merely an illicit wife in a red Pant suit…..I tell ya! It was enough to pop me buttons!!
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