The — interview was fairly awful. At the end she was saying “You don’t seem relaxed. You seem…distant! Like there is something else on your mind. Are you all right?” How this echoes what N— was saying to me all through the training & at the end. Everyone finds me distant. I would not want to work at the —! It is funny, for the interview — sat me down at the same table where I had sat with Lydia!
It took me an hour to get back to the flat as the 87s stopped coming along the Strand! Passing me at the stop was the most stunning brunette girl in black short skirt, black jumper tied round waist, and tight black top over the most massive soft bouncy breasts, and so so pretty face. She saw me looking and put her head down smiling as she passed. My God, I wanted to f— her brains out. I got changed & headed straight back to Calcutta for Italy v Czechs but would have preferred to watch the girls passing by. I left just before halftime to get to Sunset. Barmaid was in yellow Brasil top waving to me as I paid to come near her to get my drink & not make her walk! Then Helen. My God, Helen, another real erection watching her, and another real erection when Stacey came on again. When was the last time I got real erections at Sunset Strip, or anywhere for that matter? It takes me back to the days of red wig, and gold shoes, black feathers. The old man in front of me paid Helen a tip, so she kept coming back to him but I noticed even though she stood or lay right in front of him, her body was always angled so her pussy and or her arse was pointing in MY direction! It was thrilling. Every time she kept her eyes on him, but pointed her pussy at me. She is incredible. I left at 530 to get to the Bell, feeling tonight was the night when I would see —! As I bought my pint I looked up and there was —‘s name finishing at 7!!!
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