A young woman is standing on the edge of a cliff ,her long blond hair is flowing in the strong breeze,her eyes are squinting against the early evening sun,she closes them .All she can hear now is the wind whistling in her ears ,telling her secrects that she can never share.The young woman has had too many knocks in life ,too many disapointments, too many lies,shaking, she nervously puts a foot over the edge ,when suddenly a gruff voice ,scarred by tobbacco and blurred by cheap wine reaches her over the tell tale wind
"since youre about to jump,do you mind if we have sex" the old tramp sa