For Children of All Ages

“He smells like what I would imagine syphilis smells like.”

If I say any more, I may spoil it for you.

I don't have to say anymore, though, right? That's enough to set your mouse a-clicking, isn't it?

If it isn't, I should confess: I'm incapable of writing anything that will intrigue you.

Okay, if you need me, I'll be on the pole at Centerfolds (Amateur Night), dancing to get the love and attention from strangers that I can't get from you here.