It just makes sense. ‘You can imagine me, gently taking your wrist in my hand and moving your arms around, just posing my pretty little dolly like t...e plaything you are. Hands over your head. Hands down at your waist. Your arms moving in smooth, effortless motion as I play with you. And deep in that empty, plastic head of yours, that’s exactly what you want. It may even be what you wanted all along, in the back of your mind. You wanted to be my doll because you wanted to play with me for a. This particular evening I was dressed very casual, I wore a pair of nice slacks, a button down shirt with my head shaved very close with a nice dash of expensive cologne. (I'm a player baby, I have to dress to play right)? I enter the bar and order my usual rum and coke, I notice two white chicks and a guy sitting at the bar. Nothing special, trust me I have seen better. The lights were very dark and the vibe was very chill, so my first impression was to have a drink and jet! But after a few. Then she noticed the drink he'd put in front of her."I'm sorry, I didn't order this." she said."Compliments of the lady." the bearded blonde smiled as he indicated the small grouping of women down at the end.Kari followed his gaze to a girl who looked to about her own age. Almost automatically, she raised the glass up in a toasting motion, a gesture of thanks she had given guys in a hundred bars. "Oh oh, that might've been a mistake." Kari thought as the girl left her companions and started to. At one time, breastsWere all in all for me,Accessories to wearWith my newfound femininity,Accoutrements, one might say,Of my ambiguous masculinity,Decorations for my androgyny,But, now, here, in the cold,Dark grave, such mattersMatter not, for I am notHalf the girl I used to be.SLEEPLESS IN LAS VEGASThere is no shelterFrom the storm;There is only thunderAnd lightning,God's own awesomeLightshow, a borealisOf passion which ignitesThe wondering soul,But how would you know,Asleep, as you are,By my.