Elina Morgan
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Review by SIXSITH, May, 2004
It had been a long time since I had taken the saddle....like two years. But Angelina's cleavage shots on Eros had me reaching for that ATM card faster than Doc Holiday could draw a Peacemaker. We exchanged some emails, and on the day in question I got the confirmation call that morning telling me where & when. En route to downtown however everything went wrong....it was like a bad movie. Air conditioner conked out in the blazing heat. Traffic sucked. Forgot to take her number with me. Then locked keys in car when I got there...with engine running. The trip had disaster written all over it, but Bacchus had my back and somehow I got into her nicely cooled off room just fifteen minutes late. That's when the adventure really began...
