Call me, Please! Thank you! Len, do you want to join a chat group that I’m a member? There is this group that is secret and you can write about anything you want.
Len, she’s gorgeous I think. Perhaps she really is thinking about joining my group. Well, it’s not my group, but I have joined such a group and for the first time it appears this group has let it’s hair down. There is some erotic writing going on in this group.
You may use my full name to write about me if you want to Len, or you can change it to; Joseph, Joey, Jackie, like that, then I’ll know you’re talking about me.
Len, I hope you have X-ray vision.
Len, will you let me taste your fingers?
Bye now Girl!
Often, my friends and I wander around riding our motorcycles looking for gasoline. Then on other occasions, we use our oars and paddles to move along the creek in a Jon boat, exploring the creek. Debbie, she doesn’t do that.
We recently have taken a vacation someplace different, intertwining with the great people, of where they live. She was okay with this, so she would come along on such adventures. I wish she would come over here and deputize me, Debbie that is.
That’s what we call her, ‘Debbie The Deputizer’. Her name is Debbie.
“Susan, Happy Birthday, You’re a Gift to the World.”
“Ah, Really? Dunno bout that, but thanks!”
That’s Susan. She’s a Gemini and she really is a ‘Gift To The World’.
She just doesn’t know it, or doesn’t think so.
She’s a character. This is the part about her sock’s, or whatever, of the frivolities involved, of what she’s dug up. She’s a character whom I have created, this is a provisional conjecture. Conjectures which are what she has made up for herself, to be with a boyfriend, and both had to agreed.. for example. Jessica, she was generally a friendly person, not withstanding of certain issues. She has been keen on most days, a person battling with illusion, because how can people talk in a way to highlight one’s lust. She felt it touching and she acted it out almost daily. Jessica is a fictional character.
“Oh, You Haven’t Got Your Story Straight Darling!” She would say this quite pointedly.
She was set free, so now is it, she wants to give or receive? I had to re-write her script.
“There are many fish in the sea,” said the old sailor to the very young boy.
“Ah, really,” said the young boy sitting there at the docks beside the old man.
“Yes, that’s right and many are in the rivers too, and in the streams.”
“Really, even in the streams, Man! That’d be fun!”
“Watch it son! Be careful what to you wish for!”
“Thank God the kid heard me!”