Faith Cavendish

I was going to give old Jane a buzz. I was going to tell whoever answered the phone, I was her uncle. I was going to say her auntie had just got killed in a car accident, I had to speck to her immediately. It would’ve worked too. The only reason I didn’t was because I wasn’t in the mood. If your not in the right mood you can’t do that stuff anyway. After a while I sat down in a chair and smoked a couple of cigarettes. I was feeling pretty horny. I have to admit it. Then, I got this idea. I started looking for this address this guy I met gave me last summer at a party. It was this girls address. Her name was Faith Cavendish. So I decided to call her. I asked her I she wanted to get together for a cocktail or two. I told her I was a friend of Edmond Birdsell. I asked her again if she wanted to come out for a cocktail. She said she would but it was to late now. She also said she’d love to have me drop up for a cocktail, but she said her roommate happened to be ill.