The old place drew him in. The windmill still standing, reminding him of the trysts that had taken place around its walls. Where were these women now, he wondered? Gone- nothing left, not even a ripple of a reflection in the pond by the broken fence. This is the place where he'd smoked his first ever Benson and Hedges and vowed, along with his friend, Dodger Deacon, that neither of them would ever allow a woman to get the better of them. That was before he was sick in the pond, the unaccustomed smoke making his eyes run, which all rather spoiled the effect. He walked off. Those were the days.......
The old place drew him in. The windmill still standing, reminding him of the trysts that had taken place around its walls. Where were these women now, he wondered? Gone- nothing left, not even a ripple of a reflection in the pond by the broken fence. This is the place where he'd smoked his first ever Benson and Hedges and vowed, along with his friend, Dodger Deacon, that neither of them would ever allow a woman to get the better of them. That was before he was sick in the pond, the unaccustomed smoke making his eyes run, which all rather spoiled the effect. He walked off. Those were the days.......
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