…as my room burned, I could go on. Edit 1 for serge.

[tectak]

Hi serge,
I must give your stuff a good thrashing.
The nipple reference? Witch's familiars...super-numery nipples 1,2. 3.
This is a very old thing I wrote whilst underneath a fat German girl (with three nipples) on the grass(?) at Red Tower in Malta...it was a very good party but a fire broke out and we all got slightly arrested. I only found it yesterday and have not got the faintest idea what the hell it's about. I was relying on the crits.
The year? 1967 but I re-hashed it in 2001 and 2003. The only thing I changed in 2013 was the title.
The girl was called Frieda...do you know her?
Best,
Tectak

Alas, you have found my previous identity. After that terrifying ordeal I changed my name, had reconstructive nipple surgery and ran away to England. I should have known you'd follow me back to Blighty

Did you nick my Mother Mary bottle opener with the Jesus Raves embossed crucifux attached? If so, I want it back.
Best,
tectak

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Hi serge,
I must give your stuff a good thrashing.
The nipple reference? Witch's familiars...super-numery nipples 1,2. 3.
This is a very old thing I wrote whilst underneath a fat German girl (with three nipples) on the grass(?) at Red Tower in Malta...it was a very good party but a fire broke out and we all got slightly arrested. I only found it yesterday and have not got the faintest idea what the hell it's about. I was relying on the crits.
The year? 1967 but I re-hashed it in 2001 and 2003. The only thing I changed in 2013 was the title.
The girl was called Frieda...do you know her?
Best,
Tectak
And here I thought you were a sweet old man who liked to throw dinner parties...

Hell, I am a child of the Sixties, wild but not without sin! I never grew up but my sweetness matures like a good Madeira....
Best,
sticky tectak.