Brenda and I were on the phone for three hours last night. The beautiful thing is that she likes to laugh and second guessed my novel. She applied at Columbia and is a drummer, so during the conversation she helped me create character- at about three fifteen.
Deeper the night will fall,
Caught by the relfection of the moon,
Deeper the night will fall, cuaght by the relection of one moon.
I asked if she was in bed and she said that she was, she could have orgasmed five minutes before then- I hope she did.
She’s five one, two hundred pounds. Dark hair.
I said, “You were nice to me. I would try to kiss you or ask to kiss you.”
