The heat in Spain is still bearable early in the morning. Compared to noon it is almost fresh. In a short, thin knitted bolero over my summer dress and with tightly bound breasts, Im sitting on the old wall of the Mallorca finca at 8 a.m. Im still thinking: coffee or champagne. Then I slowly take off my tights for you so that you (not only) can see the long, silver-white polished nails on my toes better.
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