“Tell me a story,” he said, absently twirling her shoe in his hand.
She swung her legs over to him. “Once upon a time, there were a pair of stocking-ed legs that decided to go exploring the terrain of a man’s anatomy…they caressed his chest, traversed down his torso, and came to rest at the waistband of his boxers. Should they go over? Or should they go under, they pondered. What do you think, Henry?”
I’ve decided to run away with a man wearing a hat. Haven’t decided on the type of the hat yet.
I know the man and the hat I want to run away with. He even let me wear it the other day. I really miss that hat and the man even more so.
so what’s a girl to do?