I shout outside my window, "We're AllFictionmaniacs!" William Shakespeare wore a corset.Charles Dickens a ballgown.Dostoyevsky a ballerina:A dancing,...bearded clown.Lipstick on Mister Hemmingway.Nabokov a teen temptress.Mark Twain in a prairie bonnet.Poe a girl, all Gothic.Gabriel Garcia Marquez shouts:"Great Bards and Wormly Hacks,You're welcome to submit and joinThe Fictionmaniacs!"At midnight, manly maidensConsecrate the great taboo.In dresses extra, extra-largeAnd size eleven shoes,They. Thank you so much for calling." It's my pleasure, Mr. Green. I'll probably see you when you arrive. Goodbye Mr. Green."Al dressed quickly and within minutes was in his rental car, heading out. He hadn't cleared the parking lot of his warehouse where he found himself surrounded by five other cars. "Not again," he thought, pounding the steering wheel of the rental car.Al knew immediately he had screwed up. In fact he had screwed up in several ways. He realized now the phone call about Bonnie must. My best friends cousin turned 18 last week and her parents organised a party for her at the local labour club last night. I wasn't really up for hitting an 18th but my bestie, Jenn, practically begged me to go with her. So, I scrubbed up and went out. When we first got there, at about 7:30pm, it just seemed like a low-key family event. The usual oldies and uncle knobhead, etc... we hit the bar starting off with a tequila shot followed swiftly by a vodka/coke. By around 9pm we were pretty tipsy. Just relax and let's keep this between us." I stood there as she ran her fingers across my penis with one hand, and gripped my butt with the other. It didn't take long for me to shoot my white creamy load onto the mirror. Without cleaning my jizz off the mirror. She led me back into the bedroom where she sat on the bed and took out another pair of stockings and put them on. She then put a beautiful pair of high heels on as well and then began removing her shirt, skirt and then her bra. I had.