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rhymegirl
05-27-2005, 02:36 AM
In the moonlight

Wormo
05-27-2005, 03:17 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at

Sarita
05-27-2005, 03:32 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars

rhymegirl
05-27-2005, 04:02 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple

Sarita
05-27-2005, 04:03 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in

rhymegirl
05-27-2005, 04:06 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love.

Sarita
05-27-2005, 04:12 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river

rhymegirl
05-27-2005, 04:15 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just

Sarita
05-27-2005, 04:30 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy

rhymegirl
05-27-2005, 04:33 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they

Sarita
05-27-2005, 04:45 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search

rhymegirl
05-27-2005, 05:53 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place

maestrowork
05-27-2005, 06:01 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each

rhymegirl
05-27-2005, 06:07 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around,

Bufty
05-27-2005, 06:29 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell

maestrowork
05-27-2005, 06:42 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell upon a meadow

rhymegirl
05-27-2005, 06:42 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow.

maestrowork
05-27-2005, 06:43 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how


{it's funny both Kate and I ended up with similar words, and they even rhymed!}

rhymegirl
05-27-2005, 06:54 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was


{it's funny both Kate and I ended up with similar words, and they even rhymed!}[/QUOTE]

Sarita
05-27-2005, 10:55 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in

rhymegirl
05-28-2005, 06:57 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He

maestrowork
05-28-2005, 12:37 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothing


(are we trying to see how many cliches we can jam into this little gem? :p )

rhymegirl
05-28-2005, 05:32 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.


(are we trying to see how many cliches we can jam into this little gem?)

(maybe; PA would love this story)

maestrowork
05-28-2005, 07:17 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What

rhymegirl
05-28-2005, 07:27 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you

maestrowork
05-28-2005, 07:31 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love.

rhymegirl
05-28-2005, 07:38 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have

William Haskins
05-28-2005, 08:21 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's

rhymegirl
05-28-2005, 08:35 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry.

William Haskins
05-28-2005, 08:42 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry.

Rey smiled, because

rhymegirl
05-28-2005, 08:53 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes

Wormo
05-28-2005, 09:31 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes aswell and together

gogoshire
05-28-2005, 09:44 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect

rhymegirl
05-28-2005, 09:44 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes, too, and together they'd be fine.

William Haskins
05-28-2005, 10:00 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and

midwestcreative
05-29-2005, 02:08 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the

William Haskins
05-29-2005, 02:13 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

midwestcreative
05-29-2005, 02:15 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!"

rhymegirl
05-29-2005, 02:34 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I

midwestcreative
05-29-2005, 02:40 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's

rhymegirl
05-29-2005, 02:50 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you

midwestcreative
05-29-2005, 03:24 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know.

rhymegirl
05-29-2005, 04:38 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

DirtySyko
05-29-2005, 06:21 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down.

gogoshire
05-29-2005, 06:26 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably

maestrowork
05-29-2005, 07:07 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant

Bufty
05-29-2005, 07:25 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant are you, you

LadyLazarus
05-29-2005, 07:38 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant are you, you appear larger than

DirtySyko
05-29-2005, 10:59 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant are you, you appear larger than you were last month

rhymegirl
05-30-2005, 12:10 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant are you, you appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!

mdmkay
05-30-2005, 12:13 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant are you, you appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot! I'm just bloated."

Bufty
05-30-2005, 12:21 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant are you, you appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot?That's not

Thomas K
05-30-2005, 12:48 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant are you, you appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock.

rhymegirl
05-30-2005, 05:21 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated!

Sarita
05-30-2005, 05:32 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need

rhymegirl
05-30-2005, 05:35 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you.

Sarita
05-30-2005, 05:35 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember

rhymegirl
05-30-2005, 05:45 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when

Sarita
05-30-2005, 05:48 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me

maestrowork
05-30-2005, 05:53 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It

rhymegirl
05-30-2005, 05:54 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me a hickey? Well,

Sarita
05-30-2005, 05:55 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like

rhymegirl
05-30-2005, 05:56 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It

Sarita
05-30-2005, 05:59 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and

rhymegirl
05-30-2005, 06:09 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW

Sarita
05-30-2005, 06:25 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy

mommie4a
05-30-2005, 06:29 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X

rhymegirl
05-31-2005, 05:26 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

TomHarrington
05-31-2005, 11:54 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief

rhymegirl
05-31-2005, 02:48 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said,

maestrowork
05-31-2005, 05:19 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly

rhymegirl
05-31-2005, 05:25 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money?

mommie4a
06-01-2005, 04:58 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little

rhymegirl
06-01-2005, 05:24 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!"

mommie4a
06-01-2005, 05:31 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his

maestrowork
06-01-2005, 05:56 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke

rhymegirl
06-01-2005, 05:59 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

mommie4a
06-01-2005, 06:05 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing

maestrowork
06-01-2005, 06:24 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of

rhymegirl
06-01-2005, 06:43 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy.

maestrowork
06-01-2005, 06:50 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in

rhymegirl
06-01-2005, 07:01 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still

Sarita
06-01-2005, 07:23 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him

maestrowork
06-01-2005, 07:38 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother.

Sarita
06-01-2005, 07:40 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he

maestrowork
06-01-2005, 07:44 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth

Sarita
06-01-2005, 07:45 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him

maestrowork
06-01-2005, 07:46 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity

Sarita
06-01-2005, 07:48 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by

maestrowork
06-01-2005, 07:49 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he

Sarita
06-01-2005, 07:50 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to

maestrowork
06-01-2005, 07:51 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when

Sarita
06-01-2005, 07:52 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim

maestrowork
06-01-2005, 07:53 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for

Sarita
06-01-2005, 07:54 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The

maestrowork
06-01-2005, 09:41 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex

Damyeon
06-01-2005, 11:11 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas,

mdmkay
06-01-2005, 01:39 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he

rhymegirl
06-01-2005, 04:21 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast.

Sarita
06-01-2005, 04:22 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they

Damyeon
06-01-2005, 04:26 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after

Sarita
06-01-2005, 04:28 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years

rhymegirl
06-01-2005, 04:46 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they stop? Ray wondered.

Sarita
06-01-2005, 09:01 PM
hmmm. which way should we go....

maestrowork
06-01-2005, 09:58 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for

Sarita
06-01-2005, 10:05 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested

maestrowork
06-01-2005, 10:31 PM
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In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on

Sarita
06-01-2005, 10:36 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping

(Ray, what's my info doing up there?)

maestrowork
06-01-2005, 11:10 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost


(I don't know. I guess your secrets are out, Sara)

Sarita
06-01-2005, 11:39 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were

maestrowork
06-02-2005, 12:21 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores

rhymegirl
06-02-2005, 01:59 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now

maestrowork
06-02-2005, 02:04 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for

Sarita
06-02-2005, 02:05 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope

rhymegirl
06-02-2005, 02:15 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

mommie4a
06-02-2005, 02:51 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed

rhymegirl
06-02-2005, 03:02 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where

mommie4a
06-02-2005, 03:46 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys

rhymegirl
06-02-2005, 04:03 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to

mommie4a
06-02-2005, 04:28 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble

rhymegirl
06-02-2005, 04:33 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone

mommie4a
06-02-2005, 04:46 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from

rhymegirl
06-02-2005, 05:22 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand.

mommie4a
06-02-2005, 05:36 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big

Damyeon
06-02-2005, 08:07 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but

ArynStephens
06-02-2005, 01:34 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck,

rhymegirl
06-02-2005, 03:54 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

MarkEsq
06-02-2005, 06:46 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

rhymegirl
06-02-2005, 06:50 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the

mommie4a
06-02-2005, 06:59 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to

rhymegirl
06-02-2005, 07:01 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo?

maestrowork
06-02-2005, 07:06 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love,

mommie4a
06-02-2005, 07:18 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave

Sarita
06-02-2005, 07:24 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill

rhymegirl
06-02-2005, 07:31 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there.

maestrowork
06-02-2005, 07:50 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can

rhymegirl
06-02-2005, 07:57 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me?

mommie4a
06-02-2005, 08:00 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you

rhymegirl
06-02-2005, 09:58 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me.

Sarita
06-02-2005, 10:00 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think

rhymegirl
06-02-2005, 10:10 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We

maestrowork
06-02-2005, 10:37 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We

mommie4a
06-02-2005, 10:50 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure

mdmkay
06-02-2005, 10:52 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure

mommie4a
06-02-2005, 10:57 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

rhymegirl
06-02-2005, 11:15 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!!

mommie4a
06-02-2005, 11:16 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my

rhymegirl
06-02-2005, 11:19 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you.

mommie4a
06-02-2005, 11:21 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you

rhymegirl
06-02-2005, 11:23 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay.

mommie4a
06-02-2005, 11:25 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must

rhymegirl
06-02-2005, 11:28 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's

mommie4a
06-02-2005, 11:30 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen

rhymegirl
06-02-2005, 11:36 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!

mommie4a
06-02-2005, 11:42 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew

rhymegirl
06-02-2005, 11:53 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit

mommie4a
06-02-2005, 11:56 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music

ArynStephens
06-03-2005, 12:47 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo.

mommie4a
06-03-2005, 12:55 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed

Bufty
06-03-2005, 02:38 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar

ArynStephens
06-03-2005, 06:09 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum

Sarita
06-03-2005, 08:10 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how

rhymegirl
06-03-2005, 03:31 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he


(EDIT: You people! This started out as such a nice, romantic story)

Sarita
06-03-2005, 03:39 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the

(I know, Kate! It's that dominatrix Jill! She whipped us into submission)

rhymegirl
06-03-2005, 03:47 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or


(I know, Kate! It's that dominatrix Jill! She whipped us into submission)

Sarita
06-03-2005, 03:49 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

rhymegirl
06-03-2005, 03:56 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill.

mommie4a
06-03-2005, 04:09 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms

rhymegirl
06-03-2005, 04:19 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of

Sarita
06-03-2005, 04:48 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as

rhymegirl
06-03-2005, 05:28 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops.

VOTE_BOT
06-03-2005, 09:28 PM
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mommie4a
06-03-2005, 09:47 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops. That sexy VoteBot

maestrowork
06-03-2005, 09:52 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops. That sexy VoteBot jolted my twins

rhymegirl
06-03-2005, 09:53 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops. That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?

mommie4a
06-03-2005, 09:55 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops. That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He

rhymegirl
06-03-2005, 10:11 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently

mommie4a
06-03-2005, 10:13 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William near

rhymegirl
06-03-2005, 10:19 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm

mommie4a
06-03-2005, 10:21 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless

rhymegirl
06-03-2005, 10:23 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!!

mommie4a
06-03-2005, 10:37 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!!"

"Meet me in

rhymegirl
06-03-2005, 10:44 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!!"

"Meet me in the House of

maestrowork
06-03-2005, 10:45 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!!"

"Meet me in the hallway now

rhymegirl
06-03-2005, 10:50 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!!"

"Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash

maestrowork
06-03-2005, 10:59 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!!"

"Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills.

rhymegirl
06-03-2005, 11:05 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke.

maestrowork
06-03-2005, 11:19 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a

rhymegirl
06-04-2005, 12:03 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?

mommie4a
06-04-2005, 06:05 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

rhymegirl
06-04-2005, 06:08 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it!

mommie4a
06-04-2005, 06:16 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat

rhymegirl
06-04-2005, 06:19 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

mommie4a
06-04-2005, 06:50 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill?????

maestrowork
06-04-2005, 06:58 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill???? She wanted cigars.

rhymegirl
06-04-2005, 07:22 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill???? She wanted cigars.

"Want William instead?

mommie4a
06-04-2005, 05:07 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill???? She wanted cigars.

"Want William instead?"

"A threesome, now!

rhymegirl
06-04-2005, 05:15 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill???? She wanted cigars.

"Want William instead?"

"A threesome, now! That'll cost more.

maestrowork
06-04-2005, 08:36 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill???? She wanted cigars.

"Want William instead?"

"A threesome, now! That'll cost more."

"How much more?"

rhymegirl
06-04-2005, 11:13 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill???? She wanted cigars.

"Want William instead?"

"A threesome, now! That'll cost more."

"How much more?"

"You can't afford

maestrowork
06-05-2005, 01:19 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill???? She wanted cigars.

"Want William instead?"

"A threesome, now! That'll cost more."

"How much more?"

"You can't afford William. The stud

rhymegirl
06-05-2005, 02:07 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill???? She wanted cigars.

"Want William instead?"

"A threesome, now! That'll cost more."

"How much more?"

"You can't afford William. The stud has a really

mommie4a
06-05-2005, 03:16 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill???? She wanted cigars.

"Want William instead?"

"A threesome, now! That'll cost more."

"How much more?"

"You can't afford William. The stud has a really erotic poem for

maestrowork
06-05-2005, 03:23 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill???? She wanted cigars.

"Want William instead?"

"A threesome, now! That'll cost more."

"How much more?"

"You can't afford William. The stud has a really erotic poem for sale for $250.

rhymegirl
06-05-2005, 03:41 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill???? She wanted cigars.

"Want William instead?"

"A threesome, now! That'll cost more."

"How much more?"

"You can't afford William. The stud has a really erotic poem for sale for $250."

William spoke up.

mommie4a
06-05-2005, 03:57 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill???? She wanted cigars.

"Want William instead?"

"A threesome, now! That'll cost more."

"How much more?"

"You can't afford William. The stud has a really erotic poem for sale for $250."

William spoke up. "Let's kill Vote-Bot.

rhymegirl
06-05-2005, 04:22 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill???? She wanted cigars.

"Want William instead?"

"A threesome, now! That'll cost more."

"How much more?"

"You can't afford William. The stud has a really erotic poem for sale for $250."

William spoke up. "Let's kill Vote-Bot, okay? Sound fun?"

mommie4a
06-05-2005, 05:14 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill???? She wanted cigars.

"Want William instead?"

"A threesome, now! That'll cost more."

"How much more?"

"You can't afford William. The stud has a really erotic poem for sale for $250."

William spoke up. "Let's kill Vote-Bot, okay? Sound fun?"

"With ostrich feathers!

rhymegirl
06-05-2005, 05:20 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill???? She wanted cigars.

"Want William instead?"

"A threesome, now! That'll cost more."

"How much more?"

"You can't afford William. The stud has a really erotic poem for sale for $250."

William spoke up. "Let's kill Vote-Bot, okay? Sound fun?"

"With ostrich feathers! Now THAT'S torture!

mommie4a
06-05-2005, 05:22 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill???? She wanted cigars.

"Want William instead?"

"A threesome, now! That'll cost more."

"How much more?"

"You can't afford William. The stud has a really erotic poem for sale for $250."

William spoke up. "Let's kill Vote-Bot, okay? Sound fun?"

"With ostrich feathers! Now THAT'S torture!"

William loved torture

maestrowork
06-05-2005, 05:32 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill???? She wanted cigars.

"Want William instead?"

"A threesome, now! That'll cost more."

"How much more?"

"You can't afford William. The stud has a really erotic poem for sale for $250."

William spoke up. "Let's kill Vote-Bot, okay? Sound fun?"

"With ostrich feathers! Now THAT'S torture!"

William loved torture by a device

rhymegirl
06-05-2005, 07:25 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill???? She wanted cigars.

"Want William instead?"

"A threesome, now! That'll cost more."

"How much more?"

"You can't afford William. The stud has a really erotic poem for sale for $250."

William spoke up. "Let's kill Vote-Bot, okay? Sound fun?"

"With ostrich feathers! Now THAT'S torture!"

William loved torture by a device unknown to others.

Sarita
06-05-2005, 07:32 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill???? She wanted cigars.

"Want William instead?"

"A threesome, now! That'll cost more."

"How much more?"

"You can't afford William. The stud has a really erotic poem for sale for $250."

William spoke up. "Let's kill Vote-Bot, okay? Sound fun?"

"With ostrich feathers! Now THAT'S torture!"

William loved torture by a device unknown to others. His pen was

rhymegirl
06-05-2005, 07:38 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill???? She wanted cigars.

"Want William instead?"

"A threesome, now! That'll cost more."

"How much more?"

"You can't afford William. The stud has a really erotic poem for sale for $250."

William spoke up. "Let's kill Vote-Bot, okay? Sound fun?"

"With ostrich feathers! Now THAT'S torture!"

William loved torture by a device unknown to others. His pen was mightier than his

Sarita
06-05-2005, 07:39 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill???? She wanted cigars.

"Want William instead?"

"A threesome, now! That'll cost more."

"How much more?"

"You can't afford William. The stud has a really erotic poem for sale for $250."

William spoke up. "Let's kill Vote-Bot, okay? Sound fun?"

"With ostrich feathers! Now THAT'S torture!"

William loved torture by a device unknown to others. His pen was mightier than his sword, he told

rhymegirl
06-05-2005, 07:47 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill???? She wanted cigars.

"Want William instead?"

"A threesome, now! That'll cost more."

"How much more?"

"You can't afford William. The stud has a really erotic poem for sale for $250."

William spoke up. "Let's kill Vote-Bot, okay? Sound fun?"

"With ostrich feathers! Now THAT'S torture!"

William loved torture by a device unknown to others. His pen was mightier than his sword, he told everyone.

"Vote Bot, prepare

mommie4a
06-05-2005, 03:43 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill???? She wanted cigars.

"Want William instead?"

"A threesome, now! That'll cost more."

"How much more?"

"You can't afford William. The stud has a really erotic poem for sale for $250."

William spoke up. "Let's kill Vote-Bot, okay? Sound fun?"

"With ostrich feathers! Now THAT'S torture!"

William loved torture by a device unknown to others. His pen was mightier than his sword, he told everyone.

"Vote Bot, prepare to suffer unimaginable

rhymegirl
06-05-2005, 05:50 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill???? She wanted cigars.

"Want William instead?"

"A threesome, now! That'll cost more."

"How much more?"

"You can't afford William. The stud has a really erotic poem for sale for $250."

William spoke up. "Let's kill Vote-Bot, okay? Sound fun?"

"With ostrich feathers! Now THAT'S torture!"

William loved torture by a device unknown to others. His pen was mightier than his sword, he told everyone.

"Vote Bot, prepare to suffer unimaginable pain!" bellowed William.

mommie4a
06-05-2005, 06:51 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill???? She wanted cigars.

"Want William instead?"

"A threesome, now! That'll cost more."

"How much more?"

"You can't afford William. The stud has a really erotic poem for sale for $250."

William spoke up. "Let's kill Vote-Bot, okay? Sound fun?"

"With ostrich feathers! Now THAT'S torture!"

William loved torture by a device unknown to others. His pen was mightier than his sword, he told everyone.

"Vote Bot, prepare to suffer unimaginable pain!" bellowed William. His retractable clothesline

rhymegirl
06-05-2005, 07:13 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill???? She wanted cigars.

"Want William instead?"

"A threesome, now! That'll cost more."

"How much more?"

"You can't afford William. The stud has a really erotic poem for sale for $250."

William spoke up. "Let's kill Vote-Bot, okay? Sound fun?"

"With ostrich feathers! Now THAT'S torture!"

William loved torture by a device unknown to others. His pen was mightier than his sword, he told everyone.

"Vote Bot, prepare to suffer unimaginable pain!" bellowed William. His retractable clothesline


EDIT: Wiliam is supposed to be using his writing as a punishment.

mommie4a
06-05-2005, 09:32 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill???? She wanted cigars.

"Want William instead?"

"A threesome, now! That'll cost more."

"How much more?"

"You can't afford William. The stud has a really erotic poem for sale for $250."

William spoke up. "Let's kill Vote-Bot, okay? Sound fun?"

"With ostrich feathers! Now THAT'S torture!"

William loved torture by a device unknown to others. His pen was mightier than his sword, he told everyone.

"Vote Bot, prepare to suffer unimaginable pain!" bellowed William. His retractable clothesline displayed vile poetry

mommie4a
06-06-2005, 02:37 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill???? She wanted cigars.

"Want William instead?"

"A threesome, now! That'll cost more."

"How much more?"

"You can't afford William. The stud has a really erotic poem for sale for $250."

William spoke up. "Let's kill Vote-Bot, okay? Sound fun?"

"With ostrich feathers! Now THAT'S torture!"

William loved torture by a device unknown to others. His pen was mightier than his sword, he told everyone.

"Vote Bot, prepare to suffer unimaginable pain!" bellowed William. His retractable clothesline displayed vile poetry he forced enemies

mdmkay
06-06-2005, 03:33 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill???? She wanted cigars.

"Want William instead?"

"A threesome, now! That'll cost more."

"How much more?"

"You can't afford William. The stud has a really erotic poem for sale for $250."

William spoke up. "Let's kill Vote-Bot, okay? Sound fun?"

"With ostrich feathers! Now THAT'S torture!"

William loved torture by a device unknown to others. His pen was mightier than his sword, he told everyone.

"Vote Bot, prepare to suffer unimaginable pain!" bellowed William. His retractable clothesline displayed vile poetry he forced enemies to read out loud until

maestrowork
06-06-2005, 04:04 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill???? She wanted cigars.

"Want William instead?"

"A threesome, now! That'll cost more."

"How much more?"

"You can't afford William. The stud has a really erotic poem for sale for $250."

William spoke up. "Let's kill Vote-Bot, okay? Sound fun?"

"With ostrich feathers! Now THAT'S torture!"

William loved torture by a device unknown to others. His pen was mightier than his sword, he told everyone.

"Vote Bot, prepare to suffer unimaginable pain!" bellowed William. His retractable clothesline displayed vile poetry he forced enemies to read out loud until their ears bled.

mommie4a
06-06-2005, 04:14 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill???? She wanted cigars.

"Want William instead?"

"A threesome, now! That'll cost more."

"How much more?"

"You can't afford William. The stud has a really erotic poem for sale for $250."

William spoke up. "Let's kill Vote-Bot, okay? Sound fun?"

"With ostrich feathers! Now THAT'S torture!"

William loved torture by a device unknown to others. His pen was mightier than his sword, he told everyone.

"Vote Bot, prepare to suffer unimaginable pain!" bellowed William. His retractable clothesline displayed vile poetry he forced enemies to read out loud until their ears bled.

Vote Bot hated poetry

rhymegirl
06-07-2005, 01:54 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill???? She wanted cigars.

"Want William instead?"

"A threesome, now! That'll cost more."

"How much more?"

"You can't afford William. The stud has a really erotic poem for sale for $250."

William spoke up. "Let's kill Vote-Bot, okay? Sound fun?"

"With ostrich feathers! Now THAT'S torture!"

William loved torture by a device unknown to others. His pen was mightier than his sword, he told everyone.

"Vote Bot, prepare to suffer unimaginable pain!" bellowed William. His retractable clothesline displayed vile poetry he forced enemies to read out loud until their ears bled.

Vote Bot hated poetry. "Make it stop!

mommie4a
06-07-2005, 05:33 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill???? She wanted cigars.

"Want William instead?"

"A threesome, now! That'll cost more."

"How much more?"

"You can't afford William. The stud has a really erotic poem for sale for $250."

William spoke up. "Let's kill Vote-Bot, okay? Sound fun?"

"With ostrich feathers! Now THAT'S torture!"

William loved torture by a device unknown to others. His pen was mightier than his sword, he told everyone.

"Vote Bot, prepare to suffer unimaginable pain!" bellowed William. His retractable clothesline displayed vile poetry he forced enemies to read out loud until their ears bled.

Vote Bot hated poetry. "Make it stop! Have you no

rhymegirl
06-07-2005, 06:23 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill???? She wanted cigars.

"Want William instead?"

"A threesome, now! That'll cost more."

"How much more?"

"You can't afford William. The stud has a really erotic poem for sale for $250."

William spoke up. "Let's kill Vote-Bot, okay? Sound fun?"

"With ostrich feathers! Now THAT'S torture!"

William loved torture by a device unknown to others. His pen was mightier than his sword, he told everyone.

"Vote Bot, prepare to suffer unimaginable pain!" bellowed William. His retractable clothesline displayed vile poetry he forced enemies to read out loud until their ears bled.

Vote Bot hated poetry. "Make it stop! Have you no mercy!"

William guffawed.

maestrowork
06-07-2005, 07:08 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill???? She wanted cigars.

"Want William instead?"

"A threesome, now! That'll cost more."

"How much more?"

"You can't afford William. The stud has a really erotic poem for sale for $250."

William spoke up. "Let's kill Vote-Bot, okay? Sound fun?"

"With ostrich feathers! Now THAT'S torture!"

William loved torture by a device unknown to others. His pen was mightier than his sword, he told everyone.

"Vote Bot, prepare to suffer unimaginable pain!" bellowed William. His retractable clothesline displayed vile poetry he forced enemies to read out loud until their ears bled.

Vote Bot hated poetry. "Make it stop! Have you no mercy!"

William guffawed. Fighting with himself

rhymegirl
06-07-2005, 07:30 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill???? She wanted cigars.

"Want William instead?"

"A threesome, now! That'll cost more."

"How much more?"

"You can't afford William. The stud has a really erotic poem for sale for $250."

William spoke up. "Let's kill Vote-Bot, okay? Sound fun?"

"With ostrich feathers! Now THAT'S torture!"

William loved torture by a device unknown to others. His pen was mightier than his sword, he told everyone.

"Vote Bot, prepare to suffer unimaginable pain!" bellowed William. His retractable clothesline displayed vile poetry he forced enemies to read out loud until their ears bled.

Vote Bot hated poetry. "Make it stop! Have you no mercy!"

William guffawed. Fighting with himself was a turn-on.

mommie4a
06-07-2005, 03:22 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill???? She wanted cigars.

"Want William instead?"

"A threesome, now! That'll cost more."

"How much more?"

"You can't afford William. The stud has a really erotic poem for sale for $250."

William spoke up. "Let's kill Vote-Bot, okay? Sound fun?"

"With ostrich feathers! Now THAT'S torture!"

William loved torture by a device unknown to others. His pen was mightier than his sword, he told everyone.

"Vote Bot, prepare to suffer unimaginable pain!" bellowed William. His retractable clothesline displayed vile poetry he forced enemies to read out loud until their ears bled.

Vote Bot hated poetry. "Make it stop! Have you no mercy!"

William guffawed. Fighting with himself was a turn-on. He self-flagellated until

maestrowork
06-07-2005, 03:32 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill???? She wanted cigars.

"Want William instead?"

"A threesome, now! That'll cost more."

"How much more?"

"You can't afford William. The stud has a really erotic poem for sale for $250."

William spoke up. "Let's kill Vote-Bot, okay? Sound fun?"

"With ostrich feathers! Now THAT'S torture!"

William loved torture by a device unknown to others. His pen was mightier than his sword, he told everyone.

"Vote Bot, prepare to suffer unimaginable pain!" bellowed William. His retractable clothesline displayed vile poetry he forced enemies to read out loud until their ears bled.

Vote Bot hated poetry. "Make it stop! Have you no mercy!"

William guffawed. Fighting with himself was a turn-on. He self-flagellated until the moving cows

rhymegirl
06-07-2005, 04:04 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill???? She wanted cigars.

"Want William instead?"

"A threesome, now! That'll cost more."

"How much more?"

"You can't afford William. The stud has a really erotic poem for sale for $250."

William spoke up. "Let's kill Vote-Bot, okay? Sound fun?"

"With ostrich feathers! Now THAT'S torture!"

William loved torture by a device unknown to others. His pen was mightier than his sword, he told everyone.

"Vote Bot, prepare to suffer unimaginable pain!" bellowed William. His retractable clothesline displayed vile poetry he forced enemies to read out loud until their ears bled.

Vote Bot hated poetry. "Make it stop! Have you no mercy!"

William guffawed. Fighting with himself was a turn-on. He self-flagellated until the moving cows came home. "Ooh

mommie4a
06-07-2005, 06:22 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill???? She wanted cigars.

"Want William instead?"

"A threesome, now! That'll cost more."

"How much more?"

"You can't afford William. The stud has a really erotic poem for sale for $250."

William spoke up. "Let's kill Vote-Bot, okay? Sound fun?"

"With ostrich feathers! Now THAT'S torture!"

William loved torture by a device unknown to others. His pen was mightier than his sword, he told everyone.

"Vote Bot, prepare to suffer unimaginable pain!" bellowed William. His retractable clothesline displayed vile poetry he forced enemies to read out loud until their ears bled.

Vote Bot hated poetry. "Make it stop! Have you no mercy!"

William guffawed. Fighting with himself was a turn-on. He self-flagellated until the moving cows came home. "Ooh, enough about me

rhymegirl
06-08-2005, 06:09 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill???? She wanted cigars.

"Want William instead?"

"A threesome, now! That'll cost more."

"How much more?"

"You can't afford William. The stud has a really erotic poem for sale for $250."

William spoke up. "Let's kill Vote-Bot, okay? Sound fun?"

"With ostrich feathers! Now THAT'S torture!"

William loved torture by a device unknown to others. His pen was mightier than his sword, he told everyone.

"Vote Bot, prepare to suffer unimaginable pain!" bellowed William. His retractable clothesline displayed vile poetry he forced enemies to read out loud until their ears bled.

Vote Bot hated poetry. "Make it stop! Have you no mercy!"

William guffawed. Fighting with himself was a turn-on. He self-flagellated until the moving cows came home. "Ooh, enough about me."

Jill slapped him.

mommie4a
06-08-2005, 06:22 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill???? She wanted cigars.

"Want William instead?"

"A threesome, now! That'll cost more."

"How much more?"

"You can't afford William. The stud has a really erotic poem for sale for $250."

William spoke up. "Let's kill Vote-Bot, okay? Sound fun?"

"With ostrich feathers! Now THAT'S torture!"

William loved torture by a device unknown to others. His pen was mightier than his sword, he told everyone.

"Vote Bot, prepare to suffer unimaginable pain!" bellowed William. His retractable clothesline displayed vile poetry he forced enemies to read out loud until their ears bled.

Vote Bot hated poetry. "Make it stop! Have you no mercy!"

William guffawed. Fighting with himself was a turn-on. He self-flagellated until the moving cows came home. "Ooh, enough about me."

Jill slapped him. William shed tears

rhymegirl
06-08-2005, 06:27 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill???? She wanted cigars.

"Want William instead?"

"A threesome, now! That'll cost more."

"How much more?"

"You can't afford William. The stud has a really erotic poem for sale for $250."

William spoke up. "Let's kill Vote-Bot, okay? Sound fun?"

"With ostrich feathers! Now THAT'S torture!"

William loved torture by a device unknown to others. His pen was mightier than his sword, he told everyone.

"Vote Bot, prepare to suffer unimaginable pain!" bellowed William. His retractable clothesline displayed vile poetry he forced enemies to read out loud until their ears bled.

Vote Bot hated poetry. "Make it stop! Have you no mercy!"

William guffawed. Fighting with himself was a turn-on. He self-flagellated until the moving cows came home. "Ooh, enough about me."

Jill slapped him. William shed tears like a baby.

mommie4a
06-08-2005, 06:31 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill???? She wanted cigars.

"Want William instead?"

"A threesome, now! That'll cost more."

"How much more?"

"You can't afford William. The stud has a really erotic poem for sale for $250."

William spoke up. "Let's kill Vote-Bot, okay? Sound fun?"

"With ostrich feathers! Now THAT'S torture!"

William loved torture by a device unknown to others. His pen was mightier than his sword, he told everyone.

"Vote Bot, prepare to suffer unimaginable pain!" bellowed William. His retractable clothesline displayed vile poetry he forced enemies to read out loud until their ears bled.

Vote Bot hated poetry. "Make it stop! Have you no mercy!"

William guffawed. Fighting with himself was a turn-on. He self-flagellated until the moving cows came home. "Ooh, enough about me."

Jill slapped him. William shed tears like a baby. Submission settled him

rhymegirl
06-08-2005, 06:34 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill???? She wanted cigars.

"Want William instead?"

"A threesome, now! That'll cost more."

"How much more?"

"You can't afford William. The stud has a really erotic poem for sale for $250."

William spoke up. "Let's kill Vote-Bot, okay? Sound fun?"

"With ostrich feathers! Now THAT'S torture!"

William loved torture by a device unknown to others. His pen was mightier than his sword, he told everyone.

"Vote Bot, prepare to suffer unimaginable pain!" bellowed William. His retractable clothesline displayed vile poetry he forced enemies to read out loud until their ears bled.

Vote Bot hated poetry. "Make it stop! Have you no mercy!"

William guffawed. Fighting with himself was a turn-on. He self-flagellated until the moving cows came home. "Ooh, enough about me."

Jill slapped him. William shed tears like a baby. Submission settled him.

"Ray, tickle time!

mommie4a
06-08-2005, 06:35 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill???? She wanted cigars.

"Want William instead?"

"A threesome, now! That'll cost more."

"How much more?"

"You can't afford William. The stud has a really erotic poem for sale for $250."

William spoke up. "Let's kill Vote-Bot, okay? Sound fun?"

"With ostrich feathers! Now THAT'S torture!"

William loved torture by a device unknown to others. His pen was mightier than his sword, he told everyone.

"Vote Bot, prepare to suffer unimaginable pain!" bellowed William. His retractable clothesline displayed vile poetry he forced enemies to read out loud until their ears bled.

Vote Bot hated poetry. "Make it stop! Have you no mercy!"

William guffawed. Fighting with himself was a turn-on. He self-flagellated until the moving cows came home. "Ooh, enough about me."

Jill slapped him. William shed tears like a baby. Submission settled him.

"Ray, tickle time!" With that cheer

rhymegirl
06-08-2005, 06:39 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill???? She wanted cigars.

"Want William instead?"

"A threesome, now! That'll cost more."

"How much more?"

"You can't afford William. The stud has a really erotic poem for sale for $250."

William spoke up. "Let's kill Vote-Bot, okay? Sound fun?"

"With ostrich feathers! Now THAT'S torture!"

William loved torture by a device unknown to others. His pen was mightier than his sword, he told everyone.

"Vote Bot, prepare to suffer unimaginable pain!" bellowed William. His retractable clothesline displayed vile poetry he forced enemies to read out loud until their ears bled.

Vote Bot hated poetry. "Make it stop! Have you no mercy!"

William guffawed. Fighting with himself was a turn-on. He self-flagellated until the moving cows came home. "Ooh, enough about me."

Jill slapped him. William shed tears like a baby. Submission settled him.

"Ray, tickle time!"

With that cheery announcement, Ray

mommie4a
06-08-2005, 06:47 AM
[QUOTE=rhymegirl]In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill???? She wanted cigars.

"Want William instead?"

"A threesome, now! That'll cost more."

"How much more?"

"You can't afford William. The stud has a really erotic poem for sale for $250."

William spoke up. "Let's kill Vote-Bot, okay? Sound fun?"

"With ostrich feathers! Now THAT'S torture!"

William loved torture by a device unknown to others. His pen was mightier than his sword, he told everyone.

"Vote Bot, prepare to suffer unimaginable pain!" bellowed William. His retractable clothesline displayed vile poetry he forced enemies to read out loud until their ears bled.

Vote Bot hated poetry. "Make it stop! Have you no mercy!"

William guffawed. Fighting with himself was a turn-on. He self-flagellated until the moving cows came home. "Ooh, enough about me."

Jill slapped him. William shed tears like a baby. Submission settled him.

"Ray, tickle time!"

With that cheery announcement, Ray, Jill and William

rhymegirl
06-08-2005, 06:49 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill???? She wanted cigars.

"Want William instead?"

"A threesome, now! That'll cost more."

"How much more?"

"You can't afford William. The stud has a really erotic poem for sale for $250."

William spoke up. "Let's kill Vote-Bot, okay? Sound fun?"

"With ostrich feathers! Now THAT'S torture!"

William loved torture by a device unknown to others. His pen was mightier than his sword, he told everyone.

"Vote Bot, prepare to suffer unimaginable pain!" bellowed William. His retractable clothesline displayed vile poetry he forced enemies to read out loud until their ears bled.

Vote Bot hated poetry. "Make it stop! Have you no mercy!"

William guffawed. Fighting with himself was a turn-on. He self-flagellated until the moving cows came home. "Ooh, enough about me."

Jill slapped him. William shed tears like a baby. Submission settled him.

"Ray, tickle time!"

With that cheery announcement, Ray, Jill and William grabbed some feathers.

mommie4a
06-08-2005, 06:52 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill???? She wanted cigars.

"Want William instead?"

"A threesome, now! That'll cost more."

"How much more?"

"You can't afford William. The stud has a really erotic poem for sale for $250."

William spoke up. "Let's kill Vote-Bot, okay? Sound fun?"

"With ostrich feathers! Now THAT'S torture!"

William loved torture by a device unknown to others. His pen was mightier than his sword, he told everyone.

"Vote Bot, prepare to suffer unimaginable pain!" bellowed William. His retractable clothesline displayed vile poetry he forced enemies to read out loud until their ears bled.

Vote Bot hated poetry. "Make it stop! Have you no mercy!"

William guffawed. Fighting with himself was a turn-on. He self-flagellated until the moving cows came home. "Ooh, enough about me."

Jill slapped him. William shed tears like a baby. Submission settled him.

"Ray, tickle time!"

With that cheery announcement, Ray, Jill and William grabbed some feathers. Their orgasmic laughter

rhymegirl
06-08-2005, 06:54 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill???? She wanted cigars.

"Want William instead?"

"A threesome, now! That'll cost more."

"How much more?"

"You can't afford William. The stud has a really erotic poem for sale for $250."

William spoke up. "Let's kill Vote-Bot, okay? Sound fun?"

"With ostrich feathers! Now THAT'S torture!"

William loved torture by a device unknown to others. His pen was mightier than his sword, he told everyone.

"Vote Bot, prepare to suffer unimaginable pain!" bellowed William. His retractable clothesline displayed vile poetry he forced enemies to read out loud until their ears bled.

Vote Bot hated poetry. "Make it stop! Have you no mercy!"

William guffawed. Fighting with himself was a turn-on. He self-flagellated until the moving cows came home. "Ooh, enough about me."

Jill slapped him. William shed tears like a baby. Submission settled him.

"Ray, tickle time!"

With that cheery announcement, Ray, Jill and William grabbed some feathers. Their orgasmic laughter bounced off the

mommie4a
06-08-2005, 07:00 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill???? She wanted cigars.

"Want William instead?"

"A threesome, now! That'll cost more."

"How much more?"

"You can't afford William. The stud has a really erotic poem for sale for $250."

William spoke up. "Let's kill Vote-Bot, okay? Sound fun?"

"With ostrich feathers! Now THAT'S torture!"

William loved torture by a device unknown to others. His pen was mightier than his sword, he told everyone.

"Vote Bot, prepare to suffer unimaginable pain!" bellowed William. His retractable clothesline displayed vile poetry he forced enemies to read out loud until their ears bled.

Vote Bot hated poetry. "Make it stop! Have you no mercy!"

William guffawed. Fighting with himself was a turn-on. He self-flagellated until the moving cows came home. "Ooh, enough about me."

Jill slapped him. William shed tears like a baby. Submission settled him.

"Ray, tickle time!"

With that cheery announcement, Ray, Jill and William grabbed some feathers. Their orgasmic laughter bounced off their padded cell where

rhymegirl
06-08-2005, 07:16 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill???? She wanted cigars.

"Want William instead?"

"A threesome, now! That'll cost more."

"How much more?"

"You can't afford William. The stud has a really erotic poem for sale for $250."

William spoke up. "Let's kill Vote-Bot, okay? Sound fun?"

"With ostrich feathers! Now THAT'S torture!"

William loved torture by a device unknown to others. His pen was mightier than his sword, he told everyone.

"Vote Bot, prepare to suffer unimaginable pain!" bellowed William. His retractable clothesline displayed vile poetry he forced enemies to read out loud until their ears bled.

Vote Bot hated poetry. "Make it stop! Have you no mercy!"

William guffawed. Fighting with himself was a turn-on. He self-flagellated until the moving cows came home. "Ooh, enough about me."

Jill slapped him. William shed tears like a baby. Submission settled him.

"Ray, tickle time!"

With that cheery announcement, Ray, Jill and William grabbed some feathers. Their orgasmic laughter bounced off their padded cell where Jill's phone rang.

mommie4a
06-08-2005, 07:20 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill???? She wanted cigars.

"Want William instead?"

"A threesome, now! That'll cost more."

"How much more?"

"You can't afford William. The stud has a really erotic poem for sale for $250."

William spoke up. "Let's kill Vote-Bot, okay? Sound fun?"

"With ostrich feathers! Now THAT'S torture!"

William loved torture by a device unknown to others. His pen was mightier than his sword, he told everyone.

"Vote Bot, prepare to suffer unimaginable pain!" bellowed William. His retractable clothesline displayed vile poetry he forced enemies to read out loud until their ears bled.

Vote Bot hated poetry. "Make it stop! Have you no mercy!"

William guffawed. Fighting with himself was a turn-on. He self-flagellated until the moving cows came home. "Ooh, enough about me."

Jill slapped him. William shed tears like a baby. Submission settled him.

"Ray, tickle time!"

With that cheery announcement, Ray, Jill and William grabbed some feathers. Their orgasmic laughter bounced off their padded cell where Jill's phone rang.

"My dear patients

maestrowork
06-08-2005, 09:50 AM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill???? She wanted cigars.

"Want William instead?"

"A threesome, now! That'll cost more."

"How much more?"

"You can't afford William. The stud has a really erotic poem for sale for $250."

William spoke up. "Let's kill Vote-Bot, okay? Sound fun?"

"With ostrich feathers! Now THAT'S torture!"

William loved torture by a device unknown to others. His pen was mightier than his sword, he told everyone.

"Vote Bot, prepare to suffer unimaginable pain!" bellowed William. His retractable clothesline displayed vile poetry he forced enemies to read out loud until their ears bled.

Vote Bot hated poetry. "Make it stop! Have you no mercy!"

William guffawed. Fighting with himself was a turn-on. He self-flagellated until the moving cows came home. "Ooh, enough about me."

Jill slapped him. William shed tears like a baby. Submission settled him.

"Ray, tickle time!"

With that cheery announcement, Ray, Jill and William grabbed some feathers. Their orgasmic laughter bounced off their padded cell where Jill's phone rang.

"My dear patients, that must be

rhymegirl
06-08-2005, 02:57 PM
In the moonlight, looking up at the yellow stars, a young couple strolled hand in hand, desperately in love. Near the river they had just reached a grassy spot where they started to search for a place to embrace each other. Looking around, Ray's gaze fell on Penelope's shadow. He realized how lovely she was with stars in her eyes. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears.

Penelope giggled, "What a romantic you are, my love. Unfortunately, I have herpes and it's quite catchy. Sorry."

Ray smiled, because he had herpes as well, and together they could infect Lynard Skynard and take over the Southern Rock scene.

"Wait a minute!" cautioned Penelope. "I just remembered! There's something else you need to know. Better sit down."

Ray sat down and shifted uncomfortably. "You're not pregnant, are you? You appear larger than you were last month."

"No, you idiot!"

"Idiot? That's not very Southern Rock."

"I'm just bloated! But I need something from you. Do you remember that night when you gave me an enema? It wasn't coffee like you said. It was gin and tonic. And NOW I've been gassy and need Gas-X. And maybe surgery."

Following a brief silence, Ray said, "This is silly. You want money? Why, you little......Some romantic evening!" He slapped his fingers and awoke in his bed.

Her heavy breathing reminded him of an army buddy. Jim died in battle. Ray still thought of him as a brother. Under hypnosis, he remembered his birth mother telling him his true identity. Somewhat comforted by the memory, he thought back to the time when he and Jim hired whores for the night. The smell of sex and coffee ememas, Jim and he had a blast. Where did they all go after all those years of searching for love? Ray rested his chin on his hand, weeping uncontrollably, feeling lost, wishing Jim were still alive. Whores were history. Now, a quest for this mysterious Penelope, his dream girl.

First, Ray needed a plan. Where are those toys I used to let Bear nibble on?

The phone was bloody from Ray's cut hand. Darn those big butter knives, but what the heck, ya gotta eat!

But then again...

He dialed the whorehouse nearest to his apartment.

"Hullo? House of Love, Sara the slave is out, Jill speaking."

"Hi there. I'm horny. Can you help me? I want you to tickle me."

"Sir, I think you've misdialed. We are dominatrixes. We excel in pure punishment not pleasure - everyone but me."

"I LIKE TICKLING!!! I'm on my knees begging you. I'll pay you ANYTHING!"

"Okay, okay. But Kate must approve this. She's a brutal vixen and ex-con."

"Yikes!" Ray's organ grew quite a bit louder, his music swelling in crescendo. His hands grabbed the nearby jar of Vick's Mentholatum.

"Tell me how this works," he said, closing the jar. "Check or credit card, babe?"

"CASH," said Jill. Her perfect bosoms fell out of her halter as she stretched. "Oops." That sexy VoteBot distracted her.

"Hello?" Ray said. He was waiting patiently with William nearby. "Lady? I'm gonna die unless you tickle me!!!! Meet me in the hallway now!"

"Okay buddy! Cash only, $100 bills."

"Steep! I'm broke. How about a pack of gum?" Ray was cheap.

"GUM! Forget it! Guinea pigs beat gum. Got one?"

Bear for Jill???? She wanted cigars.

"Want William instead?"

"A threesome, now! That'll cost more."

"How much more?"

"You can't afford William. The stud has a really erotic poem for sale for $250."

William spoke up. "Let's kill Vote-Bot, okay? Sound fun?"

"With ostrich feathers! Now THAT'S torture!"

William loved torture by a device unknown to others. His pen was mightier than his sword, he told everyone.

"Vote Bot, prepare to suffer unimaginable pain!" bellowed William. His retractable clothesline displayed vile poetry he forced enemies to read out loud until their ears bled.

Vote Bot hated poetry. "Make it stop! Have you no mercy!"

William guffawed. Fighting with himself was a turn-on. He self-flagellated until the moving cows came home. "Ooh, enough about me."

Jill slapped him. William shed tears like a baby. Submission settled him.

"Ray, tickle time!"

With that cheery announcement, Ray, Jill and William grabbed some feathers. Their orgasmic laughter bounced off their padded cell where Jill's phone rang.

"My dear patients, that must be my boss checking