It Was a Muggy August Night
- she’s not your typical Russian.
- fishing on the banks of a river in Delaware
- flitted from the gloom into the light
- use Pavlovian conditioning for sex
- large enough for a man to pass through
It was a muggy August night much like tonight when I was fishing on the banks of a river in Delaware and she flitted from the gloom into the light of my lantern, showing me a smile like a croc and a tunnel in the riverbank large enough for a man to pass through, which led to her den, where she taught me how to use Pavlovian conditioning for sex, and that’s why I disagree with anyone who says she’s not your typical Russian.
bonus points for using them all in one sentence