mistress_

is it a slow burn or something akin to a flash in your loins???

Many of the details have waned with time but the essence has never left me. Just the same old stories of debauchery. I was carousing the streets of Marseille with several exotic Frenchwomen while in the Marine Corps and they dragged me into an establishment run by a Spanish guy. The building was 500 years old or so and had rooms on the 2nd and 3rd floors. I spent the next 3 days in a haze with my new found friends. The Green Fairy was of course the cause. It was an indescribable time. I still carry it with me today. He hailed from Rota Spain and also had a business there of which I indulged as well.

I just noticed you seem to have quite the collection of derelicts me included.