written by owen on 2006-Oct-15.

It so happens that I was chatting to this woman online. Not the usual random stranger stalker type. But this time it was a girl of a mysterious or fascinating quality, I thought, since long back. I was intrigued for reasons unknown. "Long back" is a phrase I picked up from the Indian guy at work, meaning "long time ago" or "some point in the distance past" or "I forgot, exactly when the hell that was". But anyway I came online and this woman was there. I did not say anything to her because she tends to be very unpredictable, moody and hungry at night time. Like most. Sometimes, rabid like a monkey in heat. This however must have been a full moon cause I got a vibes and started to chat her up.

I guess the event which was about to unfold was a direct result of me talking to this woman online too much. Sometimes you just know something is bad or is your Achilles' heel and she might lead you to places you do not want to go. Like an animal. Closer to God. Boiling water on a stove kinda woman, easy to get addicted to. Jackie Brown. Tempted to touch. Like a stripper. I had cats as pets when I was younger in Mandeville. Dogs didn't last very long, in open spaces.

So I just about to get into the groove of the conversation, things start to get steamy and she ask me what I'm going to do to her when I reach over her yard. Not that a could have reached but at that point I wanted to her pay her a visit, feel her from the inside. Den all of a sudden guess what di oman ask me? if when I come over her house, will I show her my pussy? I'm like uuuhhmmm....wtf? A deep psychological trauma gripped my bueatiful but delicate mind. And now we're here. Heaven Help Us All.

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