"Love in the Blitz": scene 13, take

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London, World War II: Nighttime, fog.
RAF pilot picks up girl
for a quick screw. They met in the
underground hiding from the bombs.
She has a thing for flyboys so
she takes him home. They kiss, they fuck,
then have a gin and toss glasses
in the fire. Pilot dashes off
to join fight against Luftwaffe
leaving ten quid on the dresser.
She walks about naked in her
dingy flat with curtains open.
Soldiers ogle her little tits
as she gazes up at the planes.
She feels his cum ooze down her leg,
and knows they'll never meet again,
and that she is just a whore like
Viv Leigh in Waterloo Bridge.

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