Shelley was concentrating less on the fact that it was Valentines Day and more on trying to figure out why her apartment smelled. "It smells like fart," she declared for about the tenth time that day, opening the front door to the apartment in hopes of a draft ( Read more... )

The mirror was loving Shelley today. She turned sideways and smoothed down the light silvery fabric of her dress, checking out her butt. "That's a good butt," she said, giving it a slap ( Read more... )