Lone shadowy physique of the female lurked through the doorway and towards the bar. She sat upon one of their chair and spoke to the tender, "The usual." The usual cig. protruded from her aperture.
My epithet beith Dierdre My years of mortal splendor beith 18 My locks are hued black My ambers black My silhouette beith petite and delicate I am a member of the oh-so famous gang the Cobras Restless and an asshxle create my unperfected personality, along with emotional, druggie, and suicidal.
As usual, my charries are destined to be 99 year old fat ladies with 50 bajillion cats.
