Getting home from work, I went through the day's mail, grabbed a handful of envelopes that were obviously birthday cards, and sat down to open them. There were the standard Hallmark cards from elderly aunts, and best wishes from my insurance agent. Then there was one more - a big lavendar-colored envelope with no return address.
I opened it, and before I could read the card, a glossy 5x7 photo fell into my lap. I looked at it and smiled. Ah yes, the hot little number in the apartment across the hall. I knew she was up to something when she frantically had me undress her and take her right inside her apartment door. So she had a camera set up.... The brazen little slut. And sending me the pic in a birthday card. I smiled evilly to myself - yeah, that would get her a few extra swats next time.
I turned the pic over and saw the writing on the back:
Your kisses are as wicked as an F-16I smiled. Liz Phair. The song she said she wished she'd written for me.
And you fuck like a volcano, and you're everything to me
'Cause you're a human supernova....
I sat up abruptly and put the photo away as I heard rustling from the bedroom.
"I thought I'd take you out someplace nice for your birthday. But I can't find my thigh-high stockings. You know the ones? With the lace at the top?"
I smiled to myself. "Sure, I know the ones. I know I've seen them recently. But I'm not sure where they are now...."
With PB still offline at the beginning of the week, Lexi stepped in with a corker of a challenge. The picture above should be used to illustrate an entry containing an even number of words, and should include song lyrics or a quotation from a poem.
Note that PB is now back - battered and bruised, but thankfully recovering. The story of his absence is here, and we're happy to hear that he'll be resuming his FFF duties next week.