susys running away to sea

"The rigors (sic) of an expeditionary lifestyle"

Sunday, January 27, 2008

I remember, I remember - my first kiss

In a German bierkeller on the Bodensee, to the sound of the oompah band, great steins of beer, long tables of rollicking young men. I was 15, tanned, wearing very low cut tight trousers, and snogged this young guy next to me long and hard, with his hand down the back of the trousers, right in front of my parents. They hid their astonishment very well.


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