A creeped-out Kiki called me last night. It seems that while she was stocking shelves, Percy took it upon himself to lecherously run his fingertip up her back.
Oddly enough, he's never seen fit to touch me affectionately. Or at all.
Musings from the Round Mound of Unprofound
A creeped-out Kiki called me last night. It seems that while she was stocking shelves, Percy took it upon himself to lecherously run his fingertip up her back.
Oddly enough, he's never seen fit to touch me affectionately. Or at all.