So Jane and Lilly and Dee have gone off to Osaka's for a little siterly time together. Having left me with Miller and Dee's three rug-rats. As noted earlier, Dee is headed north to New England to deliver said children to their father, the courts having decided that living along the Gulf Coast is not appropriate for children with special medical needs.
What pure bullshit.
I'd asked Jane to send Ellie over to nurse me, but she'll likely be too drunk by the time they walk in the door of Osaka's to even remember. Not that Ellie would show up anyway, but... I've a better chance with Nadia. Perhaps she'd like something other than that little cigar in her mouth.
And that will be passing wet dream, as Nadia heads to Miami early next week... permanantly... to lose herself in the bright specter of South Beach and beautiful people... oh, and to live with her "friend."
The other day I caught up with Nadia heading home from Downtown. We were both walking, enjoying the unseasonable warm weather (what the hell has been up with that, anyway? It is November, right?). Anyway, we got to talking and picked up a conversation that had been started several weeks ago when driving her home (she's moved in with Lilly for the last couple of weeks of her stay here in the Tar Heel state): adult toys. Seems she's never used one, never experimented... hell, she claims to never have played with herself without a toy.
Don't all women masterbate? All men do; isn't it just human rather than gender related?
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