.. "I want to fuck on that BITCHES BED!!! I want to be FUCKED like a WHORE on the WHORES bed!!...." she yelled to both me and herself as she led my li...e a sacrificial lamb towards our parents room. Just outside the door, Ashley stopped and just let out a yell of anger and frustration. She pushed me against the door to the bedroom and kissed me fiercely and passionately. Her tight, young body grinding against mine, my hands explored her clothed form and her hair as I struggled to breathe and. I spent hundreds of dollars on the little things that made her gasp in delight. Whether it was jewelry, expensive candies, or one of the several love poems I wrote every night, her response was always the same. Happy and giddy with eyes full of life.On our one month anniversary, I met her outside her house on the way to her bus stop in a hot air balloon. As the balloon made its descent towards the big open field behind her house, her expression looking up at me filled me up with a feeling of. .. utterly insanely.Even Barry had the good sense to avoid talking to either of them, and we coasted around the bottom side of hill to evade them, and whatever unwholesome things were chasing up after them. Shit was just everywhere ... crawling, hopping and slithering ... and in all the fucking colors of the rainbow.Riding upon a giant gold and jewel encrusted palanquin was the big blue blueberry himself, the Brain the Blue Snurf, surrounded by his rebels. The valley was filled with lots of. Anything goes!!! The other night is a prime example of it.Seems she found the card/receipt from the Brass Ass in my pants pocket the other day while I was at work. When we were texting that afternoon she asked if I had ever heard of the place and I denied it. Stupid move. But somehow I had it in my mind that maybe she was asking because she wanted to go with me and check it out. She isn't above checking out the competition and has been known to point out a nice rack before my radar picks.