
Originally Posted by
Leikiz
In a way, the day Limewire died was the last day of my childhood. Everyone remembered their first visit to her. Standing on the corner, cigarette in hand, she had worked there as long as anyone could remember. As much a fixture of the neighborhood as the mailbox or the streetlamps, she was always a source of raspy advice. She could answer any problem, grinding out her reply around the pall-mall clenched in her teeth.
My first time with Limewire was years ago. My time had come and I was quaking with nervousness. She turned to me, her hair still its natural brown then, looking so damn young and beautiful you couldn't believe it. "First time, sweety?" Her voice not yet hoarse, she wore her signature smile on silver lips.
Everyone knew her eventually, boy or girl, it didn't matter, she took on all comers. We all knew and loved her. It didn't matter that she didn't have the spark in her eyes of the younger girls, or the carnal knowledge of the elites; When the chips were down, she could make you see fireworks like no one else.