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Subject: BS: Your first kiss (no, not relatives)... From: Bobert Date: 27 Aug 13 - 08:58 PM Okay, we haven't been here for awhile... Actually, first kiss I don't think we've touched on, at all... Me??? I was 12 and Nina Wllliams was 13 looking like 16 and hot... Happened in a "fort"... Remember forts... We all made 'um back then in the woods... They really weren't all that "up to code" but we didn't care much about that... Or even knew about "codes"... So I can't remember whose idea it was but there we were in a "not up to code" kids fort in the woods kissing... B~ |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your first kiss (no, not relatives)... From: GUEST,Frank Date: 28 Aug 13 - 12:09 AM and Nina Wllliams was 13 So Bobert, you weren't superstitious? |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your first kiss (no, not relatives)... From: Bill D Date: 28 Aug 13 - 12:18 AM *grin*... we were going to the airport to 'watch the planes and 'talk'... as I slowed to turn in, she kissed ME on the cheek. I didn't wreck the car, and after that there were a few more. I was actually 18 and 1st year in college. (A slow starter, but made up ground quickly.I worked too late at stores to begin dating in HS) |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your first kiss (no, not relatives)... From: Ebbie Date: 28 Aug 13 - 02:18 AM Ooh whee! I was already in love with him; I floated home... |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your first kiss (no, not relatives)... From: MGM·Lion Date: 28 Aug 13 - 02:37 AM Oddly enough, Bobert, mine too was a 13-year-old Nina; a lovely dark little bundle she was too. No recollection of her surname, if I ever knew it. 1946. Barrington, Cambridgeshire. I was 14. We were in a tent at a youth camp. Mmmmm ~~ I can still feel the delectability of those tingling lips and the warmth of her body lying in my arms on the ground. Aaaaaaaaahhhhh! ~M~ |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your first kiss (no, not relatives)... From: Dave the Gnome Date: 28 Aug 13 - 04:05 AM Elaine Rushton - Possibly around the 13 age group again. Can't have been too memorable if I can't remember the details can it! I do remember going to the pictures with her, being very nervous at holding her hand and pleased as punch when she didn't mind :-) Mrs G is an Elaine as well, so I am consistent at least! Cheers DtG |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your first kiss (no, not relatives)... From: JennieG Date: 28 Aug 13 - 07:56 AM I was 16, obviously a late starter.......and oh dear, I don't even remember his name. It was slightly unusual and started with B, might have been Bevan or something similar. Can't remember if I enjoyed it or not.....probably not, or that at least would have stuck in my mind! |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your first kiss (no, not relatives)... From: number 6 Date: 28 Aug 13 - 08:45 AM "Me, You, We Alone in this bar between the lights And a big moon left the sea It looks like this bar is closin And there's always a song to say That old history about a desire That every song has to tell Then came that kiss That kiss That kiss" from the song Fotografia by Tom Jobin biLL |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your first kiss (no, not relatives)... From: jacqui.c Date: 28 Aug 13 - 01:41 PM Twelve years old and he was thirteen. His name was Dave Smith. His kiss made my spine tingle for days afterward. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your first kiss (no, not relatives)... From: GUEST Date: 28 Aug 13 - 01:46 PM She was 13 and had a full set of braces on her teeth. i still find staplers erotic. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your first kiss (no, not relatives)... From: GUEST,Eliza Date: 28 Aug 13 - 02:02 PM I was seventeen and on my very first flight (alone!) going to Montreal to visit my aunt and uncle. The chap next to me was 23 yrs old (ancient in my opinion). He was called Graham. He asked me out in Montreal, and my aunt agreed. We were staying in a hotel and Graham called for me that evening. I'd never ever been out with a boy before. We went for a meal, he was a perfect gentleman, and he kissed me outside the hotel before I went in to rejoin my relatives. We actually wrote to eachother a few times while I was at Uni, but I never saw him again. However. My sister quite recently had a message from him. Incredible! He'd found her name (she's kept her maiden name, which is not a common one) and asked if she was related to me! Now this is over sixty years after our one and only meeting! He said he'd never forgotten me, had been searching for any person of that name and could she put us in touch once more? Sadly, I asked her to tell him I'd been happily married for many years and didn't wish to resume contact. The poor man must've had a very boring life if all he had was a memory of a young girl sixty years ago to sustain him! And he'd have got a terrible shock to see the fat old lady I've since become! Memories are best left in the past I reckon. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your first kiss (no, not relatives)... From: Gda Music Date: 28 Aug 13 - 03:40 PM Not really that first kiss you mention. But, I can remember years ago a blind date who arranged to meet me at our local cinema. As we got sat together in the back row I leaned over to ask her if she did Swiss Kisses?....."what`s a Swiss Kiss" she said, to which I explained that it was a French Kiss mixed with a simultaneous yodel. Quick as a flash she just squeezed my hand and suggested we should just miss out that the yodelling part so as not to annoy the audience. GJ |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your first kiss (no, not relatives)... From: GUEST,Leadbelly Date: 28 Aug 13 - 03:59 PM Once my father told me that I gave my first kiss to our pet called Lisa. She was a black cat and I was 3 years old. Unfortunately, I couldn't marry her, because I was too young. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your first kiss (no, not relatives)... From: gnu Date: 28 Aug 13 - 04:15 PM Katherine. Long auburn hair. Always dressed so prim and proper. Neat as a pin. A true beauty. She played hard to get. I asked her to come to my house many times. Always an excuse. Then, yes! I was delirious with joy as a young boy would be. I was a gentleman... until I opened the door and she entered... I kicked he gently on the ass with the side of my sneaker. She turned and angrily asked, "Why did you do that?!" I replied that Moe always did that to Curly. Her demeanour changed and she asked/said, "You like The Three Stooges TOO?" "Who doesn't?" Mum made us peanut butter and jam sandwiches and served cold milk. I walked her home and she kissed me behind the front hedge and said, "Don't let my parents see you. I'll see you tomorrow.". She ran to her house. Oh, I recall Kindergarten well. At five years old, I was a fan of kissing girls forever. Still am. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your first kiss (no, not relatives)... From: Rapparee Date: 28 Aug 13 - 07:29 PM She was a neighbor girl, a beautiful blonde. She kissed me gently on the top of my head and handed me back to my mother while cooing over me. I was so excited I wet my diaper. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your first kiss (no, not relatives)... From: Bobert Date: 28 Aug 13 - 07:58 PM Hope you've gotten over wetting your diaper, Rap... B;~) |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your first kiss (no, not relatives)... From: Amergin Date: 28 Aug 13 - 08:16 PM I was 16, she fourteen. She had a thing for me for a while..and some how tracked down where I lived...I wasn't that interested, because I've heard stories...we traveled in the same dysfunctional outcast circles. She latched onto me like a leach, sucking the breath from my body, as she forced her tongue down my throat. I started feeling faint, and suffocated....I thought I was going to die....then I realised that it was only because my blood in my brain went south for the holiday. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your first kiss (no, not relatives)... From: gnu Date: 28 Aug 13 - 08:29 PM Now, if we are talking first love, it was the redheaded tomboy from around the corner when I was just about twelve. The day she punched me in the stomach and then kicked me in the nuts, I was smitten. But, no kiss, sigh. I was taken aback when I met her years later and she told me she had a cruch on me back in the day... not the nuts... a real crush. And, no kiss from Debbie but I fear that was my fault. We used to gather up at the edge of the woods on those cold fall nights. The small crowd of budding hormones would sing songs in harmony and at times there was a geetar. Debbie would shiver and ask if she could warm her hands in my pockets. HELL YEAH! She was cute as a button! She would get behind me and snuggle reeeeal close and put her hands in my pants pockets and... never did kiss her. Seems as though, looking back, I kissed all the wrong girls. They say men don't mature as fast as women. Might be so. I am still no where close ta mature. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your first kiss (no, not relatives)... From: Bobert Date: 28 Aug 13 - 08:49 PM Man, that sucks, gn-ze... Get kicked in the nuts and a "blank" too... My Nina was a tomboy, too... She also had reddish hair... But when the chips were down, there we were sucking face... BTW, I don't recall her kickin' me in the nuts but we grew up together and played football together so it might have happened... B~ |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your first kiss (no, not relatives)... From: Suzy Sock Puppet Date: 28 Aug 13 - 09:23 PM Don't kiss and tell. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your first kiss (no, not relatives)... From: Bobert Date: 28 Aug 13 - 09:35 PM Oh, come on Suzie Cream Cheese... Give it up, baby... I mean, it was a long time ago, right??? (Two weeks is a long time to you, Boberdz) Define "week"... No matter, Suze... Just make up a name... Call the guy "John Doe" (wink, wink)... B;~) |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your first kiss (no, not relatives)... From: LilyFestre Date: 28 Aug 13 - 10:52 PM I was 16 and had been to the 7:00pm movies with a group of friends. Afterwards I had a babysitting job. It was bitter cold and snowing big snowflakes outside. He asked if he could walk me part way. We were laughing and goofing around and had said our goodbyes. I went to go on my merry way when he said my name. I turned around and he kissed me......under the glow of a street light with the snow swirling all around us. Absolutely perfect. :) Michelle |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your first kiss (no, not relatives)... From: Rapparee Date: 28 Aug 13 - 11:36 PM Beyond that first one I can't remember. There have been so very, very many -- in fact, the girls in my kindergarten, grade school, and college couldn't keep away from my lips. (I went to an all-male high school; some of them had the same trouble but I wasn't interested.) I'll tell you, it's hard to pay attention to a nun teaching you arithmetic when she's also swarming all over you, kissing on you and all. In high school (see above) I was in band, the only daily co-educational activity, and no female in the brass, reeds, or woodwinds ever played a note because their lips were all swollen from kissing me so much. I didn't get to play either, but that was because my lips were always otherwise occupied. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your first kiss (no, not relatives)... From: kendall Date: 29 Aug 13 - 07:03 AM A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your first kiss (no, not relatives)... From: Suzy Sock Puppet Date: 29 Aug 13 - 07:22 AM See there? |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your first kiss (no, not relatives)... From: Bat Goddess Date: 29 Aug 13 - 09:02 AM I was 13, a Freshman, and he was a Senior in my Music Appreciation class, held in the band room. He drove a car customized with all sorts of non-essential lights all over it. Actually, his nickname was "Lights". We kissed in the front seat of his car in front of my parents' place -- in broad daylight. My parents wouldn't allow me to date yet. Linn |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your first kiss (no, not relatives)... From: Becca72 Date: 29 Aug 13 - 09:14 AM I honestly don't recall the details of my first kiss...I remember who it was with and that I was around 18, but I was in a relationship with him for 7 years... |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your first kiss (no, not relatives)... From: GUEST,Anon. Date: 29 Aug 13 - 10:08 AM I was 11 in the autumn of 197_. She came out nowhere and said she recognised me from school where she worked part-time as an auxiliary teacher, and I believed her even though I didn't recognise her at all. She said she was twice my age which I reckon was about right. We talked a lot in the woods and fields, playing games, climbing trees where we sat up high smoking fags and telling jokes. Back down on the ground, she kissed me with a toothy passion and blew my mind - and more besides. Then she said she had to go, and left me lying there in the grass hardly daring to believe what had just happened to me. We met a few more times after that, always in the same woods at the same time but never in the same place. "Just wander around until you see me - it'll be more romantic that way." Then she'd appear, as if by magic, always more beautiful than I remembered, with her long brown hair and big blue eyes, her big braless breasts heaving away beneath hippy cottons and, teacher or not, she gave me a real education whatever the ethics of the situation. Then we'd smoke dope and go into the estates and knock on doors and run away in a wild regime of total misrule. Of course there's part of me that never did grow up. Maybe that was the dope? Or even the folk. She was the one who got me to listen to folk music on a little battery operated cassette recorder on which she recorded the records she played whilst we made love endlessly in the long grass. She said her favourite was called 'Hearken to the Witches Rune'. She said she was a witch, and I believed her. She said her name was Alison Gross, reincarnated, and she sang along to it as I gazed at the tree-tops reflected in her big blue staring eyes. Then we go off, pinching the apples she'd cut up to do magic spells before throwing the left-overs at people's windows in the houses that backed onto the fields, and we'd piss ourselves watching them looking out and shouting into the dark. After Hallowe'en she vanished and I never saw her again, not for some 30 years, when she came up to me at a folk festival and said hello and we sat in a seaside cafe where she told me her story. Needless to say it was 100 times worse than mine, but even so I accepted it as reason enough, but hardly an excuse. "Please forgive me." she said "What for?" I replied. "Because I stole your childhood - your innocence." "I've always reckoned it a fair exchange myself, Alison," I said. "Though I could have done without the folk." Then we laughed, and she linked my arm as we walked along the beach, which was very nice. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your first kiss (no, not relatives)... From: Rapparee Date: 29 Aug 13 - 10:19 AM I was finally required to wear a brank |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your first kiss (no, not relatives)... From: frogprince Date: 29 Aug 13 - 01:37 PM I've had a couple of kisses in my life which have been of genuinely profound significance to me. That first one wasn't one of those, but it's a sweet bit of memory. I've been hesitant to tell the tale, because it's still embarrassing to remember, and admit, going for the Guiness World Record for years-before-first-kiss. I was more than just a little shy, awkward, and lacking in self-confidence. At 26, just out of the Navy, I had had just a few dates, one per girl, in my life. I went to school in Arkansas, to wrap up some unfinished college time. Got up the nerve to ask Nancy, a coed who served in the cafeteria, to an on-campus movie. can't remember for the life of me what we did on the second date, but we did end it by sitting in my car for a while, and I actually managed to kiss her. She was no classic beauty, but she was very bright, her personality appealed to me immensely, and there were some warm and tender kisses to follow. We dated on-and-off over two years, culminating in her turning down my proposal just before graduation. I wound up where I belong, with Judy. But when Leonard Cohen wrote "Alexandra Leaving", he was channeling my feelings, back then, about Nancy. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your first kiss (no, not relatives)... From: GUEST,Musket advocating Date: 29 Aug 13 - 04:16 PM I have a request from those in South Lincolnshire and East Anglia. Can you drop the not relatives clause? They would like to add their experiences to the thread too... Me? She was called Sharon. I was definitely at junior school still. A few years later I lost my cherry to her cousin Christine, but possibly too much info there? |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your first kiss (no, not relatives)... From: Suzy Sock Puppet Date: 29 Aug 13 - 04:27 PM Your first actual kiss or your first REAL kiss? It can happen at any age... |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your first kiss (no, not relatives)... From: gnu Date: 29 Aug 13 - 04:49 PM Musket... you be on fire with the laffs lately! From: GUEST,Anon. - PM Date: 29 Aug 13 - 10:08 AM ......... Thank you. That was beautiful! |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your first kiss (no, not relatives)... From: Don Firth Date: 29 Aug 13 - 06:26 PM I was maybe sixteen. She was a year younger than me and maybe just five feet tall. I was about 5' 8". She was a feisty little critter, liked to write, and was determined to be a hard-charging girl reporter on a newspaper (Move over, Brenda Starr!). I was also aspiring to be a writer (Lookout, Hemingway! Here I come!). We met at Roosevelt High School in Seattle. We first met in school, then often got together after school at the Roughrider Coffee Shop across the street from the school, talked about writing, cabbages and kings, and all kinds of things. One evening she invited me to her apartment to have dinner, then read each other's writings. Met her mother, who was a very pleasant woman. At the end of the evening, I went to catch the bus home, and she walked to the bus stop with me. We sat in the bus shelter and waited for the bus (ran about every half-hour that time of night, and we'd just missed one). It was a cool evening, and I put my arm around her. Then I turned to look at her, she turned her face up and—contact!! Very nice!! So we tried it again. A whole bunch of times! After that, we went to a lot of movies together, generally sitting in the back row, but somehow not paying all that much attention to what was on the screen. That was a lovely Spring that year. But when school was out, she and her mother had to leave for San Diego. Her father was an officer in the Navy. Sigh. . . . Don Firth |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your first kiss (no, not relatives)... From: Charley Noble Date: 29 Aug 13 - 09:51 PM Way back when, I was 15 and actually had a driver's license and I could borrow my brother's car. So I asked a distant cousin Georgia who was in town for the summer if she'd like to go to the movies with me. She said "Yes" and I have no idea what the movie was but then we drove up to the top of a ridge and watched the stars and she kissed me. I thought that was great, and in retrospect I should send her a much belated thanks. We never got to hang out as teenagers again. Charley Noble |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your first kiss (no, not relatives)... From: Bobert Date: 29 Aug 13 - 09:53 PM Sniff... B;~( |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your first kiss (no, not relatives)... From: Amergin Date: 29 Aug 13 - 11:44 PM So why don't you tell us your story then, Kendall? |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your first kiss (no, not relatives)... From: gnu Date: 30 Aug 13 - 07:14 AM Amergin... hehehee. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your first kiss (no, not relatives)... From: kendall Date: 30 Aug 13 - 09:18 AM Ok, Amergin,up to a point. I had a car when was 16, given to me by my brother who went to Korea. I gave two girls a ride home from the movies; one wanted to go straight home, the other wanted to go on a ride and do some parking. Well, I lost my innocence in the back seat of that 1937 Chevy. Never did thank her. Sorry Becca, and Jacqui, he did ask, and I'm not a snob. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your first kiss (no, not relatives)... From: akenaton Date: 30 Aug 13 - 11:40 AM D'you know sumpthin' funny?.....these stories are all the same. I think it's "life" Jim, as we all know it. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your first kiss (no, not relatives)... From: GUEST Date: 30 Aug 13 - 07:53 PM No, ake. They are not. Mine happened to me and I shared it. I feel priviledged to hear every story told. They are not the same as mine. Each is a treasure and I cherish the fact that they have been shared with me... us. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your first kiss (no, not relatives)... From: MGM·Lion Date: 31 Aug 13 - 03:04 AM Occurs to me that I never saw or heard from lovely little Nina again after that camp. We never really knew one another, it just happened. & that kiss was not repeated even while the camp continued: I got off subsequently with another girl called Frances who became a sort of steady for a year or so. Wonder where they both are now. Dead, I shouldn't wonder; if not they will both be about 80. Grandchildren? Great-grandchildren? Who is still in any sort of touch with that first·kiss·memory? Oh dear; heigh-ho: "What the goodyear, My Lord, why do you feel so out-of-measure sad?" (Much Ado I.iii.1). Sigh! ~M~ |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your first kiss (no, not relatives)... From: Mooh Date: 31 Aug 13 - 08:57 AM We knew each other from church. She was 13, I was 14, and we were walking together to a school party when she told me we were on a date. I had no idea what to think other than most of my thought processes were descending to my crotch. We found a nice quiet, dark corner at this party to make out, and it was glorious, exciting, and happy, not at all anxious or awkward as I had feared. I genuinely liked this girl, she was pretty, funny, smart, and liked to hold hands and show affection. We dated for a while but I was young and stupid, had no idea how to conduct myself in a relationship, and ended up a big disappointment to her. I have no idea what became of her, but I hope she understands that my behavior back then had more to do with juvenile imbecility than real feeling. It's likely because of her that I continue to have a thing for redheads, and learned a couple of hard lessons in friendship that are a part of me still. Peace, Mooh. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Your first kiss (no, not relatives)... From: GUEST,Leadbelly Date: 31 Aug 13 - 02:59 PM It's funny what names can tell about girls. I got my first real kisses from a lovely girl by the name of T.... Jungverdorben which can be translated by young-spoilt. Apart from being real young she wasn't alike her name but did a good job like I did, too. By the way, this short story is true. Maybe a jewish german name. |
