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"So, you come from America?" he asked, as he shifted the jeep up into third gear.
"Yup. California. Small town not more than two hours ride from LA," she agreed, throwing a strip of chewing gum into her mouth.
"How many miles is that?" Albert couldn't help wondering. He's heard that roads in the United States were rather better than here, and he reckoned that two hours drive was probably more than the forty or fifty miles he could normally do in that time.
"A hundred or so, I guess. Though when you get to LA, the traffic's so bad, you just don't know your luck."
Albert smiled live web cam chat rooms So, Americans had bad traffic as well, but he doubted whether that meant dodging the insane drivers and straggly cattle he was accustomed to. "And so, what is it you do for a living?" He asked. Then qualifying quickly, because it might be that Hannah was a married woman, though he could see no evidence of a ring on her third finger. "That's if you do work, of course."
"I'm a sex poet," live web cam chats replied with a smile.
Albert couldn't help himself. "You're a what?" he asked abruptly, hoping he'd misheard her.
"A sex poet," Hannah repeated. "It's the big growth area in poetry. You don't write about landscapes, flowers or whatever these days. Some poets write about urban squalor and drugs and stuff. Like rappers only without the twelve inch discs. Some of us write about sex."
"Sex?" Albert wondered, carefully steering his jeep to avoid the carcass of a dog sprawled out across the road. "How can you find anything to write about that?"
"Well, it's not as easy as you'd think," Hannah remarked. This, of course, was contrary teen sex chat rooms Albert's own opinions. Surely sex was something very private. Not something that one ever wrote poetry about. "After a while you run out of fresh words to rhyme with 'fuck'. You know, there are the obvious words like 'suck' and 'muck', but not long you start resorting to words like 'duck'. And you know, I may be teen sex chat rooms but I'm not as broad-minded as that. |
