M and I left shortly afterwards. As a woman, I figured she was going to recover remarkably quickly since they don’t find sport as big a deal as men do, even World Cup. And I was right, after 10 minutes of very ordinary sex, she was fine and chatting about the week ahead. I had asked her to make sure that we met up with Balduino and D again, as I did want to get to know that guy better.
Ironicly I didn’t know that fate was going to inextricably weave our two lives together and pit us against the horrors of ex-girlfriends and the Dutch Immigration Department. And if I had’ve known then what I know now, I think the chances are pretty good I would have fled the country!
Andy!
[ * Some names can't be mentioned for fear of reprisals involving lawyers and/or pissed off individuals looking to hurt me. ]
The World cup tears; and Balduino the love gun! by Mentalechoes, unless otherwise expressly stated, is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.
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