the beginning...
It was hot. It had been a long day at the office and my thighs were killing me. Terry had walked into my cubicle whilst I was applying calamine lotion to my 'Fashe latte'. I had gotten poison oak the week before while rustling around in banana leaves. My lights wouldn't turn on, but I was. Shadows billowed off my boisterous bosom. Jeremy was out of town, and I was all out of batteries for my other means of sexual conveyence. I decided I would take a soak. My doctor told me that bathing in clam chowder as opposed to water was much better for my weekly foot scrape at the dermatologist. As I was knee- deep in clam chowder, I realized I left my pantyhose in my boss's wife's mouth. And that was my best pair... Just then, I heard a noise, and this time, it wasn't Mr. Good Vibrations. I screamed; "AAAAHH!" Thank God, it was just the small chinese tribeswoman I had bought at the flea market. I grow tired...