When I’ve exercised all this wobble off, I might even venture out to pluck a fruit from the Girl Tree.
Friday, 12 May 1995 Howdy S, I’d ask how you are, but I’m too self-absorbed in horror to think of anything but my own suffering. She touched me again, you know, the Ms X that I don’t want to name for fear of litigation. She linked her arm through mine and rested her head on my shoulder and quaked with laughter as I vibrated on … Continue reading When I’ve exercised all this wobble off, I might even venture out to pluck a fruit from the Girl Tree.