Rest Stop.
Yes.
It was a subway ride to West 57th Street on the R train. Up they went in the elevator too their room which had a panoramic view of numerous skyscrapers that New York City is known for. Joseph stated he wanted too take a shower. So he showered then later came out of the bathroom in just a towel wrapped around his body, and was wrecking Judy’s senses of curiousity as too what size was under that towel, and the ripped abs didn’t help either. Out of the blue, he began to kiss Judy, and she became weak under his spell, and wanted more. Joseph then picked her up, and escorted her too the bedroom for unstoppable loving making which added the tones of sequence with the playing of her ivories of melody.
The concert is tonight, and the music accompaniment is about too begin. Judy Smith on the pianist with soothing sounds of peace and comfort, and on the violin is Joseph Minichiello call of the wild while comforting the soul, and taming the beast inside. Then the entire orchestra joins in for a musical night that the entire audience will never forget which gets applause of approval from the audience, and everyone takes their bows. This was a night Judy Smith and Joseph Minichiello will never forget. They played musical notes of their own. They kissed behind the curtain, and it was the music of the moon that brought them together, and the highway hound known for bringing people together.
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