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We decided to walk from the coffeehouse to the jazz club we were playing at. It wasn’t that far. Plus, we’d get some exercise and save on the cab fare.
Even though dusk had given way to darkness, the city was no cooler with the sun down. Guy's entire shirt was quickly getting soaked with sweat. I was thankful that I had made him pack his suit and that he wasn’t wearing that as we walked. By the time we would reach the club, we'd definitely both be drenched in sweat. I looked down to study my flimsy tank top...it was soaking wet...clinging to my breasts...my n*****s poking through the sheer fabric...
Thankfully, the constant traveling, walking and lugging our gear across cities like DC kept us both in pretty good shape. We were at the time in life where staying in shape was becoming ha
