70's Porno Music

Roper

September 1, 1973

I met a few friends at a bar last night. It was Downton. It was groovy.

A woman hung over me all night. Skinny, blonde, beautiful. Her arms were wrapped around my neck or tugging at my ear lobe.

I think her name was Franny. You could tell she came from a lot of money.

Her perfume was expensive and sweet. How she managed to smell amazing in a sweaty bar, I do not know.

I was having fun. We kissed a bit and danced a lot. That was until I she patted my chest and aimed her head in the direction of the bathroom.

I followed her. My friend Danny did too. He's a wild one. The kind of guy you only party with. I can't take him seriously in any other occasion.

Franny shook something into her hand and laid it on one of the bathroom sinks.

Three deep mouth breaths and one inhale through her nose.

White as snow, and her intentions were clear as day. Danny slipped right in front of me.

Well, if you're going to stand there looking like an idiot.... I'll go in.

My heart started beating really fast. I didn't know my eyes could fog up so quickly.

Oh sh*t man, are you crying? What the....

Franny held her hand to my forehead and ran it along my face. Danny kept asking what was wrong.

Beverly. Beverly. Beverly. Beverly.

Danny pushed Franny out the way. He told her to get lost. I couldn't breathe.

Man, you broke up with her. Yeah, you haven't talked each other for a minute. Do you want me to call her? I-I just need to find a phone.

I told him to not call her. I missed her. I need to miss her to finally forget her.