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She leaned for a moment on his arm in getting out of the cab and while standing at the kerbstone bidding the others goodnight.She leaned lightly on his arm, as lightly as when she had danced with him a few hours before; rx-viagra.He had felt proud and happy then, happy that she was his, proud of her grace and wifely carriage.But now after the kindling again of so many memories, the first touch of her body, musical and strange and perfumed, sent through him a keen pang of lust – rx-viagra.Under cover of her silence he pressed her arm closely to his side: and, as they stood at the hotel door, he felt that they had escaped from their lives and duties, escaped from home and friends and run away together with wild and radiant hearts to a new adventure.
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The same two paragraphs from Pigone’s famous travesty – The Ugly. Remember the cast has all undergone sex-changes.
—I am sure by now most of us have had an opportunity to speak with Jack – those little purple pamphlets in everyones pockets are witness to that. -laughter- and if you get the chance, ladies, I recommend a chat with Nancy Wilson, who, I have happily learned, knows needle-point like none. Folks I give you West Kansas needlepoint champion three years running – Nancy Wilson. -cheers- And sitting inbetween them -long pause- supported by Jack and Nancy’s loving, unselfish, tender, devotion, a beautiful woman – her presence here tonight bearing witness to life’s flickering, fragile, but imperishable flame. Jill, I know you can hear me. I know what you are feeling in your heart at this moment: I sense the pride and joy you are now feeling for your daughter. Jill we love you. -tears&applause-
Garett helped her out of the cab. He held her hand lightly as when they had danced at the reception. She had felt proud and happy then – and loved. This touch of his body, aroused her once again. She pressed his arm closely to her side. They were nearing their freedom, approaching the end of their escape tunnel – from the street she could see the bed light in their room; fleeing from all the Burger Bobs, and religious fanatics and other hypocrites and people in general without wisdom, courage or taste…so many genuinely unattractive people. As they stood at the hotel door, she rubbed his cheek with her nose.
Interesting. I had no idea that such a thing existed.
It’s quite the concept, really. It’s almost like a writer covering a story. I didn’t read all of Pigone’s story, or much of it at all, but it’s still intriguing that it’s out there, even if it is a travesty, as you say.
Thanks for posting this.