The Chimes at Midnight

Tony Covatta

2 hours ago

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The new couple invited us to their New Year’s Eve bash.

The guys sported tight bright slacks, open collar shirts and gold chains. Their glittery girls wore short skirts or tight shorts, tight blouses or short tops. Lots of bling, booze, food. As the hour approached, girls locked onto hot guys, guys toothsome girls. Not spouses. Try something new. At twelve long kisses, tight clinches.

We left at 12:05.

“Did she get a nice feel of your rear?”

“Too nice. Your ‘friend’”?

“My elbows win again. His ribs will ache tomorrow.”

“Next year?”

“We are at home, asleep by ten.”

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