“Tell me your deepest fears and I’ll make it reality.” Karen passed the game box back to Luke, shaking her head. She’d already let him talk her into coming into the old, abandoned Payten mansion, she didn’t want to do any more scary stuff. “I don’t want to play. I hate stuff like this.” “It’s …
Is there something you want to tell me?
Sometimes I’m standing outside the bathroom looking in. I do a little turn and think, “this would make a good selfie moment.” I’m getting ready for the day and decided to snap the photo instead of just thinking about it. I realized, too, that I live in controlled mess. You get a peek of the …
Begging or offering?
I’m soft, like the artful paintings of old. A Venus? Rubenesque? Soft curves and a dallying, lazy pose. Come recline with me.
A different sort of pink cheeks.
Shall I bring you breakfast or be your breakfast?