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Public places? Quite a bunch (including some like the image above, not that one specifically, but pools anyway) at reach of open sight? Not that bunch but some pools as I said and mostly beaches(beaches sex was fashion among people here and guess it still remains in their preferences), but there was one time that might count better. You could tell me later if it does.

A brief introduction story.

Well, when younger, at my countryside small town, young as I was, in the middle of girls human biology discovery, meeting face to face with some of the free pleasures of life(at least for me so far, sorry if you had tom pay for it), what you might call a safe and comfortable place to get it done...nah, it did exist, not at all. So, what we used to do in our small and, at that time, lighted town, was trying to look for and secure the perimeters of dark corners, houses in construction, walls or any other buildings or attempts of it that could provide what we used to call a "Slaughter spot".

Youngster slang of the time.

Slaughter spots could be and actually some were in public places, that's where they were placed, there was no other choice back then, so, we got used to..."Kill the play"(also slang for sex) while people were coming and going, while we, of course, in the sake of respect, stopped killing the play and pretended to be doing something else, don't ask wha, everyone had their own creating initiatives at pretending.

Not much to be done at a dark spot like those we secured, but we felt better pretending and thinking those passing believed it.(They fucken knew what we were doing).

But, as I said, it was a common thing to do those days when parents were more messen and homes were forbidden for us killing the play.

What might count better.

There was this girl I was with for not long. One Sunday afternoon I went to visit her.

I must say she always, I mean always used short skirts and as she had a nice body, well...you know....but hey...I mean always....al-fucken-ways.

Sundays there was and still is a TV program that brings some good movies. We were watching that that day, she was seating over me, like the girl in the train, it was something normal that a girl seated over her boyfriend. But it happens that she had a mother and an older sister, that were doing the laundry in the back yard and for some reason their only way from the washing machine and the room where they went to look for the clothes was a hall through the room we were watching the TV. Even knowing that, it came to my crazy young mind to make the train move on that living room where the mother and the old sister kept going through with no measured intervals...and so we did, cause she follwed me in the idea. The difference was that she couldn't ask anyone where they were going and there was nothing we could pretend doing but what we were..."Killing the play". It went well, cause we weren't caught and it felt fucken adrenalined good while watching them both pass from time to time, looking at us with so much tenderness like...

Ohh, look at them, she's seating over him cause they can't be away from each other a second.... Ohhh...

And we were there, middle-dayed-living roomed killing the play over a big chair.

Not a big deal...but that's it.

Ohh, one more thing.

Money has no friends.

What I've seen people I know well and some others I don't, do for money, after money or because of money. I've been shocked one or twice.

Brain is as powerful as vulnerable, as strong as weak.

The other thing that has shocked me hard from people I know well is suicide or attempts to.

Have all a great weekend.