It was in 1989, at a deleted in lovely Charleston, SC. My darling, (deleted), and I were waiting for the (deleted) to arrive, the place was practically deserted except for the (deleted).
So I started doing the "footsie" thing, and next thing you know, (deleted) is under the table, (deleted) my (deleted) and (deleted) my (deleted)! After that, (deleted) (deleted) (deleted) and (deleted), so I (deleted) (deleted)'s (deleted) and (deleted).
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Finally, the (deleted) arrived and we enjoyed a lovely meal.
Guess what happened when we got home?
[that was a lot of work! --Zadok001]