Gillibrand looked at me lustfully at a party in 1915.
It was a Thursday.
Oh, how I remember the rain that night, as though Nature was trying to wash away my tears.
And you were so shocked that you had to drink yourself into a stupor, and it is only now that you can face unsuppressing your painful memories of her unwanted assault.
-—Gillibrand looked at me lustfully at a party in 1915.——
Holy moley...she looks good for being over 100 Years old....