[F] By the time she yanked on her old jeans and a battered plaid flannel shirt, she felt almost normal. Calm, as she plugged in the coffee pot. But the nightmare was still very much on her mind, because it wasnβt a dream ... It was a memory.
Headed to work and I'm so fucking horny. I think I'm gonna have to slip these panties off and have a little play. Maybe flash everyone who asksπ [f]