The Power of Black

bysnowbunny1978©

When we were dressed and went to leave, the waiter gave us a note. It read: Well babes you are on your own. We will cross paths in here from time to time. I need to scout for fresh meat now ciao.

I was broken hearted on one hand and happy that I could be taken care of at the club, by my daughter and maybe some other females soon.

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