Life in the Fast Lane
Life in the Fast Lane stories

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Life in the Fast Lane

by bryanthomas

Liz and her friends were dancing at the edge of the dance floor. A sharp-looking guy approached and asked Liz to dance.

They moved to the centre of the floor. Liz fluffed up her feathers and shimmied for all she was worth.

"You're a nice mover," said John. "Do you fancy coming back to my place for a bunk up?"

"Blimey, you don't waste any time!" "I like to grab life by the horns. So, are you interested?"

"I suppose, I'll just tell the girls that I've pulled." John, aged 93, led Liz, aged 87, out of the dance hall.

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