She was sobbing when I walked into the Gym, Perkins was just leaving with the bucket and mop, “It pissed itself again,” he said, “It was wanking itself with a whip handle earlier.”
“Hello,” I said brightly as I saw her crouching there, her back a mass of red weals some bloodied some just bruised. “I’ll use the Yahoo account then, not Hushmail.” I suggested. Pornhat “I thought you would be pleased.” I explained. “What’s your password,” I asked. “Roll on your back, I want you.” I said, perhaps not the most romantic proposal but then I added, “And I’ll want you again in the morning so don’t run away.”
“Bastard!” she muttered. “Very good sir.” she said.
