Tangled Up In Blue
Jesus fucking Christ, she thought as he crawled on top of her. By now she’d gotten used to him crawling onto and inside of her; she could almost tolerate it. But that fucking smell made it awful. The reek of body odor, booze and vomit was the thing she couldn’t stand.
She opened her eyes. It was quiet and dark. She had to remind herself that it was a dream. It was a dream, right? Yeah, this…
Gunter glieben glauchen globen
The name’s Nuwanda