The meet up

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I was her gun in her hand
I was her Sward at her side
She need not worry with me there!

We met him at night
At a predetermined site
What he expected to see
Was her,and not me!

He reached into a bag
And removed a bottle of wine
Some cheeze and grapes
But only two glasses

He opened the wine
And offered her a glass
They ate cheese and grapes
He carefully eyed her beautiful ass

They finished the wine
Then she determined it to be time
To remove herself
While the getting was good

She then looked my way
And she began to say
Thank you for the drink
But I seem to think
It is time for us to go

He looked at me
Then he looked at her
And he knew it wasn't to be

So I took her hand
And he grabbed her arm
He lost his grip
Then we gave him the slip

I was her gun in her hand
I was her Sward at her side
She need not worry with me there!

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