I says:Lost your messageto call waiting.Thanks for likingmy form of faith.Faith's an islandsays Paul Simon.As to good tastein my friends:Why've so man...had the bad tasteto die young?Must one's good tastebe badly treated?Did your lettermake the stands?I Still wish you'dsent that ps:since it itself'sa play on wordswith a purposelike the piece's.Did I say Piece?Is THAT a pun TOO?Well, just like nuts:can't get enough!Did I say nuts?An apt descriptionfor what hangbelow your Thorn.Your Thorn:both. She then looked at me then threw the pair of panties she has just taken off to me. My heart raced faster and i thought well i guess she doesn't care. I quickly grabbed them and inhaled her scent. Absolutely intoxicating I could still feel her warmth as i held them to my face. I could taste her creaminess so fresh i thought i could of cam right there. I stared to think maybe I should of had blanket also when I heard a buzzing noise from under the blanket and she said "hit play". As I. That was the month I almost got sneaked up on.On the first, we made the rounds, and Mack looked up from the lockbox, surprised. "No Gillian."I was surprised, too. Gillian was a pillar of the community -- always on time and always willing to help others. She babysat for just about everybody. She had some kind of dental assistant's job, or something. She was a thin, fragile-looking thing with brown hair and eyes. Mack rubbed his jaw and said, "Go see her and get her tale of woe. Maybe she just. The prison did not allow video cameras or photos but they did not check our bags so we all smuggled in our cameras and some liquor and some food and blankets and we all went into the great hall and the guys spread out the blankets as us girls got the meal and drinks together and we all sit in the middle of the floor waiting and decided some stories were on the agenda so the men started telling us girls scary stories to try and get us all close to them and comfy i was anything but scared i was.