Saturday, 9 August 2014

Russian…

This dates back a long way, but I've inadvertently deleted the post…

Way, way back, I met a young Russian waitress on a cruise ship in the South Pacific. She had a daughter, her husband was in jail, she wanted to go and live in Australia. I had contacts there and found her attractive…

Nivea smoothed the way on more than one occasion but it all took a predictable turn at the end. Since then I've been a good boy.

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