page Three of Inga's Veil- Mem 201 contrasted with erotic phone

Tack so mycket.
I'm back to revising the novel more after a busy week: two suprises. I literally fell asleep in the arms of a disc jockey, (like putting your head on the desk in grade school),it in someway being more her prompting than mine. If she ever out there getting a tan, I ow her an ice tea if it can ever be delivered. Before two in the morning, I was in the middle of making a corrollary between my crush the actress Mariel Hemmingway and hers on the deceased leadsinger that we were listening to when I surrendered and decided to let her finish the conversation, telling her that I was leaving the radio on all night andallowed her to say "Good Night".
In effect, I'm indefinitely at her disposal in regard to the telephone and things of that nature.
Second suprise: In the word of Vadim, Bergman and Goddard, the modern women of advertized phone sex are sexy, can be sexy, in fact sexy. Bardot sexy. I may have made a call longer than most of the other times I have, and it may have been longer than for how long I can usually discuss music, which is the length of a rock song or two. Apparently the friend I made this morning has a method of keeping tight other than abstinence. She also prefers a slow beginning when facing the same direction as her lover.

Please reread the novel
[ps. please I apologize for not viewing the stations page in its entirety, I feel like would Disc Jockey Meg after having discussed it with her, if were were to in fact discuss it, which is up to her, our both feeling this way, not yet knowing how we feel untill we've discussed it. Honestly, I didn't have time to surf.}
Love,
Scott

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