The Triad Wants You to Take Off Your Pants
The Triad is made up of my brain, The Pussy, and I. No good whatsoever can come from this daily three-way battle. Oh who am I kidding–lots of good cums from this. For those of you unfamiliar with The Triad posts, go here for a proper introduction.
This morning I took my car to the mechanic again because it was making a weird noise. While I was waiting for the diagnosis (another part fell off? dead squirrel in the crankshaft?) I leaned against the wall and read a book. The little bell on the door rang. I looked up and saw one of the finest looking Southern guys I’ve seen on this side of the Mississippi River. The Pussy fluttered.
