For want of a nail, we puny and frail . Her, tanned, the ready for the lampshade . Hers an … More

Emancipated Abigail left us my daughter, her fiance, her husband, gone for all we knew from we static few . … More

They dance across her freckle-face the ever-move never-stop sideways lips soundless search like eyes for anchor as bottom-feeds her slippery … More