Is she, or isn't she? I follow her down the aisle, admiring the dragon tattooed green in the brown flesh of the small of her back.
She shoves the door at the end of the car open, then turns:
One hand at the handle of the tiny overnight roller bag: long nails.
Much too long pearly nails, flawless; too long for typing, dialing, writing; too long to hold the pen while taking an order; too long to pick up a plate or a tray; too long to change sheets or wash dishes; too long to grasp a knife or a ladle.
Long nails perfect for artfully scratching his belly; his balls; for digging into his back, his cheeks.
With her other hand, she clutches a West Highland Terrier, a puppy, to her breast.
"I couldn't live without him!"
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>> posted by John Psmyth
• 5/16/2006 09:43:00 PM
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2 comments
2 Comments:
Yup, it's nice to have you back.
Aren't those nails kind of over-kill though? Personally, they creep me out.
Something called blogstreet is hanging up the loading of the comment box.
Yeah, they creep me out, too. Mandibular is the word.
Blogstreet seems to have calmed down...
Hope the comment moderation isn't too much of a pain, but if I had to read about one more penis enlargement site I would have shot myself.
