Mon mari petit ami love of my life Brian...
I have told you a MILLION GAZILLION times that Christy and I talked about EVERYTHING in high school and college, and when I say EVERYTHING, I mean THAT thing too, OK? Meaning YOUR thing... your sweet thing, O.K.? I got EVERY DETAIL from her about it --every time she touched it, the time you frosted her perm, all that stuff that happened before you guys did it...
...and I know what you're gonna say, when you guys did it the first time was when I got raped and I didn't talk all that because it was the last thing I really felt like hearing about... and I didn't... not immediately. But once the shock of that all wore off she told me the WHOLE THING... all of your bedroom antics on prom night, in vivid full glorious technicolor detail... she said you had magic digits, baby, all that... she said how she tried to give you a blow job but she started laughing...and how when you went inside it kind of hurt and she didn't expect that you'd be WIDE, you know?
And over the next few years we talked more and when she was with Tom she said, "Ohmygod Margo... Tom's long but first of all, he's got no sensitivity... and he's not wide like Brian. Brian felt better. I swear we fit perfect together."
EVERYTHING, Bri... about how the last time you guys were together (up at Laurel Lake in the shower room when you went down on her and then rode her, yee haw!) she didn't have another orgasm with a guy for 14 more years. And then it was four more years after that before you guys had your pre-reunion get-togethers... which she also told me all about, in vivid detail.
I am all-knowing, all-seeeing, lmaaaaao.
I don't know why you act so surprised sweetie? Christy and I always talked and we still talk... it's just the way girls go back and forth. She's told me some stuff about Marty... I don't wanna divulge, but let's just say Christy is a very happily married woman, OK?
And I am a happily married woman too baby... and I'm all yours... waiting with just a bow on. Ha ha.
Serious, I miss doing that. There is the matter of our sweet little Becca. Maybe tomorrow nite when your folks take her to the fireworks we can have a little pyrotechnics of our own, tee hee.
Love makes me write like an f'n retard...
Oh... Jompaw called... he and Liz are bummin' we won't be up. Bummin' and --I swear--surprised. I was like "John-Paul, I told you that Brian and Becca and I are coming up for three weeks starting July 11, 'cause that's when Tony and Rita can come." Anyway I suggested maybe they come up one of those weekends we're there... a novel idea. Liz may not be able to get a Friday off but they're gonna check. Just bugs me... he always acts all surprised, when I tell Mom and Dad and him and Liz... it's like I try to make sure I'm quadruple covered, and they STILL can't get it straight. I think Dad's confusing matters.
Ruh roh... Becca's into something in the kitchen so I'm goin' babe. See you in a few. xoxoxo me
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