but a libidinous, fast track woman who needs to be treated privately like lowest slut from the hog warrens accused of sorcery, well, that'd be something. Such a woman i would revere, even read to while she refracted curled in my lap.
All the more as she delivered me from having to winnow these interchangeable OKC having-it-all harridans who guzzle wine and look for subsidized travel to escape the empty horror of their inwardly bankrupt lives; lonely souls wanting a surrogate husband they can treat as child.
Save me from having to suffer just one more of such insipid profiles, and i'll have you floating in subspace or drifting your barchetta along the flooded river.
Hear my prayer, Gaia, Great Spirit, Zeus, Minerva, Mr. and Mrs. America and all the ships at sea: Lead such a rare soul, unincorporated erotic empress to my 'umble profile, and i shall ceaselessly bestow my well-honed blend of celebrating the inamorata whilst teasing the witch beyond all measure, no mean feat.
Over two billion served.
Bishop, Our Lady of the Arched Torso, 1423-29