Good Time Girl

The Good Time Girl She was beautiful in a floozy sort of way too much lack in her hair and dramatic make up. When I was young and before I married I used to visit her when the need was there. Well I got married and was happy for some time, but my wife left and we divorced. I visited the old tart again as she had been accommodating, but her life style had taken bitter its toll. She was glad to see me, but when she undressed her body had cigarette burns that spoke for itself. I put her dress on; she had a defaulting breathing yet lit a cigarette… I called for an ambulance. She died in the night of emphysema and I thought why didn’t I love her instead of my ex wife?