Note the whiteness.
had a firm grip on my nose ring. Unbeknownst to Fayry, my ring had been greased with iHind pig lard. He took me to
We ascended The Loft. Sat. Like the venereally diseased WWiL, a respectful distance from some dirty hurs. Fayry ascended, bearing libations.
Commenced chatting up. Perhaps the best part was Fayry clearly seemed to think this was control. Miki, Fayry & We were sitting at a small table. Miki was a F1 driver, doing what she could to become an F2. Fayry, who'd been raised in a convent, did a fairly poor performance of pretending she didn't have her naked foot kneading his balls under the table. SMA is sitting there. Smiling, thinking
Whatever. You can due 'er. I can do her. Gee whiz! I'm just looking forward to tomorrow's colonoscopy!
So
was at her mothers. Miki escorted to The Babelicious Lair in 渋谷東2丁目、being financed by
Wait. That's someone else.
