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February 16, 2007

Jeff R.:Love and Dust Were in the Air

It was an odd match. Rosalita was a prostitute who generally didn't give two damns about the men who contracted her services and diseases. Jeb was an old soldier who had fought at Shiloh, where he lost the battle and his genitals. Since the war, he'd stayed on as a cavalryman, killing time and Indians.

He went to her, not knowing why. He shyly explained about his war wound. She told him to relax. She drew him a bath and a picture. He was skeptical, but acquiesced. And so, for the next five years, she tickled his fancy and prostate.

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Comments

Great!! Once again, you and David have my admiration and the best of me for your excellent stories!

Posted by: Jim Parkinson at February 16, 2007 6:54 PM · Permalink

Thanks.

Didn't get to use my favorite one of these, from Alan Moore's Voice of the Fire:
He had the courage and sentences of his convictions, both outstanding.

Posted by: Jeff R. at February 16, 2007 9:25 PM · Permalink