I’m a coffee pub hopper as you know by now; a place where I go toregroup or get focused to start a venture in a new place; thus I’ll goto different coffee shops, find me a window seat, if not sitting onthe outside, get me a hot cup of coffee and sit there and enjoy life,its people, and what it has to offer for about twenty to thirtyminutes, and it can make a complete day. Ironically I met Milana oneevening after sitting there trying to decide what to do or what to donext. The next morning I woke up still trying to figure out what wasgoing on, only to find her sitting there on the edge of the bed on aSaturday morning, watching cartoons. I had just taken for granted thatshe had awaken earlier than I had and turned on the TV, while I laythere still asleep after a long night, that after awakening, I couldonly vaguely remember.After realizing that I was still somewhere on planet earth, Igrabbed her and laid her on the bed, kissed the back of her head, theback of her neck, to the bottom of her feet; realizing how nice,creamy and white she was, soft and firm. Then all of a sudden Irealized that I really couldn’t remember everything that happened thenight before, and suddenly realized that I should, as quickly aspossible, lay her on her back. But then I began to kiss her on herthighs, knees and all the way down to her feet.After we sat there and talked for a while, she told me she was fromRussia, I then, just trying to find out as much as I could about thislovely young lady, asked her how old she was, when she told me thatshe was seventeen. A responsive and quick chuckle came out, while mymind began to try and create a chronology to come up with a plausibleage, which when done, could have truly been seventeen. It somewhat puta halt to anything else that I was about to say as we walked out ofthe door. She then wrote her number down on a piece of paper and toldme to call her, while we walked out, heading down the elevator andacross the lobby and walking up to the corner where we waited on ataxi; where I realized that my mind was putting back the pieces of along ago night that happened only a few ours ago, and yet twenty yearsago also. As she was about to get inside of the cab that had justpulled up, I asked her to give me a kiss goodbye, as a close lover oreven husband would ask his wife before heading off for the day, whereshe turned around and gave me a quick soft and passionate kiss beforeridding off into an early morning Dubai sunrise.Later after my mind had put together the pieces of the nightbefore, and realized how sweet it had been; the kiss that she hadgiven me just before leaving, was only a small portion of what she hadgiven me the night before, while my mind also brought back a nighttwenty years ago, where a beautiful young seventeen year old namedJackie, that I kissed from head to feet lay on side of me the nextmorning, and where she could have been, if I could remember, likeMilana, sitting at the edge of the bed, waiting for me to awaken,while watching cartoons, where when finally having had arisen, I wouldhave grabbed her one more time and begin to kiss her all over again.
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