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We stripped the clothing that smelled of the day's toil, and I pressed my body against her warm, firm skin. Each exhale of breath brought her closer to sleep and I worked the stress from her shoulders as she made tiny, sexy moans until her feet jerked from dreams. I layed back and enveloped the wrapped feathers around my body. I smiled.

Now i'm sittin' here after filling my stomach with eggs and toast listening to Syl Johnson. Coffee is on it's way and I have a long day today.
I run a record store here in town but i used to run a painting business. I quit because I needed health insurance and I get it where I work now.
Now everyone want's me to paint there houses but I barely have enough time. I need to bread really bad so I'll have to do it on my day's off. That o.k. because it does pay off. You can work it out to where your gettin' paid $20-$30 an hour depending on what your painting and how fast you are. I miss that sometimes.
I love working at a record store, however the music I'm supposed to push is the comercial garbage. But it's worth it because it's a buy, sell and trade kind of shop. So really good shit comes in there all the time. Well, not ALL the time, but enough.
Anyways I need to call some of these people and set up some appointments. Have a good one!