She’s trouble, in a word get closer to the fire. Run faster, her laughter burns you up inside.
Mistress Annie, and her bearded keyboards boy, of course.
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| She’s very good with pain. |
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| If you don’t want to do that, just tell her. You could try stamping your little foot and having a tantrum even – you never know, it might work out quite well. |
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| Drill, baby, drill. |
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| It’s funny how men go on and on about themselves and their jobs, but women rarely do. She should try being more assertive. |
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| This is what a femme fatale really looks like. Believe me – a long cigarette holder and a slinky dress has nothing on a battery of field artillery. |
While I'm normally a fan of your work, I can't help feeling that "First date" is missing something. Its almost like it doesn't have a punch line, and could be totally innocent.
Ah well. Can't please everyone all the time. In fact, in my life there is a certain very important Someone whom I never seem to be able to please no matter how hard I try, but I'm beginnign to suspect that's just the way She likes it.
For me, the blowtorch was a bit of a clue that the menu of activities might extend beyond a sound scolding and a playful spank or two, but we're all different. Thank you for commenting and for the kind remarks about my "work" (it really isn't work – ironing is work) in general.
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