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On my lap, she had a red top and red bottoms on

She had a quick wit and was very defensive in a charming way (charming to someone not versed in these ways, she's been hurt a lot)

She wore Cleopatra bangs and was runway model thin (Just as I requested)

She spoke of her 3 children (I knew it)

She was from a dangerous part of town

We got along fine untill I saw the girl in black with the legs

I needed her badly

I asked Cleopatra off me

She asked in disbelief if I was replacing her

I said no and set her on the lap next to mine

My new girl was beautiful, vain and could spot a real one from a fake one

I'm fake but can do real very well

I said the right things

We're in the room

We're naked

We're halfway through

We're finished

After the fact, she was feeling so well you'd have of thought I'd injected her with the most potent pain relieving narcotic

Which I had