Let The Game Begin
I just got off the phone with Jazz Man, my date from Sunday night. We made plans for me to see him perform with his band on Saturday. Over the phone I was trying so hard to play it cool, to bask in whateverness, but of course I’m sure he could hear in my voice the hungry panting of The Pussy. Damn bitch always gives me away.
Then Jazz Man said “so I read through the comments today…”



