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I have no prejudices against casual recreational sex I prefered the feeling that
I was involved in something outside the normall oevre.
The appointed time approached. The girl stood in the same manner as before,
motionless. An old woman pushing a shopping trolley came along the path out of
the woods. She was immensly fat and wheezed. She stopped to mop her brow with a
filthy handkerchief. I looked at my watch, a minute to go, would the crone move
on or not? I was not sure that I cared. I rose to my feet and as I did so the
old woman regained her labours, for an instant I saw the old woman and girl
transposed, the girl watching as I lifted the skirt of the crone.
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