Based on "Poem on the Underground Wall" by Paul SimonRoommates all have gone out shoppingFantasies, ...hey know no stoppingEagerly in stocking feetI pad into her sacred keep One Solitary PurposeFaces on her wall accusingGuts conflicting and confusingYet I find the strength to tamperWith the contents of her hamper I Pull Out Worn PantiesI'd caught a glimpse once long, agoStanding behind, she bent down lowA cotton, flowered fashion showEmbroidered. And if they were, they deserved to see a half-naked man scurrying down the walk to Lacey’s room. He hated to wake her up, but he hadn’t thought to grab the room key and he knocked gently. Lacey shifted in the bed, reaching for Wesley. When she didn’t feel him, her head popped up and she looked around. Okay, did she just dream last night? As the second knock came, she peered at the clock. 4:30? What the hell? She pulled herself out of bed and found that she was naked. Blinking a little, she. "I'm an Eagle Scout. And they demand a high level of moral straightness that is what results in being a gentleman. Unfortunately, we often die virgins, because women expect us to be faultless and pure, and would never even think of doing something nefarious with us."She didn't crack a smile."Yes they would," she said.Now it was my turn to show confusion. "Beg pardon?" Don't beg," she said, folding her arms over her chest and hiding those dark spots. "It isn't seemly for an Eagle Scout to beg."I. "And why?" I like the abrupt, focused intensity of the pain."It was then that Heather saw Katie at the top the stairs. She gave her ward a quick jerk of her head upward, telling her to get the hell out of there.Katie complied."It is like I told you," said Heather, not missing a beat. "It's not like you have to give up one for the other. My strap paddle is just another tool." I know, I know. It is just that once I start..."Katie heard no more of the conversation, as she closed the door at the.Read More
