Very sexy matching black knickers. Fitted me perfectly. Almost up to my waist, nice embroidery on the front and ever so sheer at the back. With my bac...k to the windows, I leant over the desk to reach for the ‘phone. There you go, look at that arse, dogman. Bet you’d like to doggy me, wouldn’t you ? I picked up the ‘phone and rang my friend Diane. Securing the ‘phone between my chin and my shoulders, I made some small talk with her. Still talking, I replaced the papers on the table, and holding. Just wear a really hot dress and I will take care of the rest. I was a little confused, but I wrote back OK anyway.After class, I had to find a book in the library. I looked it up on the computer and made my way slowly over to the shelves where the book was. I found Parker sitting on a chair and reading a magazine. I quietly made my way over to him and put my hands over his eyes. I whispered, “Three guesses. Who am I?” He touched my hands, then reached up and touched my face. “I don’t need. I was thinking what a lovely surprise she'll get when she walk's into the sitting room to find me ready and waiting to fuck the living daylights out of her. I was near the bottom of the stairs when the doorbell rang and i said to myself that's fucked that scenario up, she's forgotten her key. I open then door and so as not to let the neighbours see me just reached my arm around and said follow me dear thinking it was her. I walked up stairs and lay back on the bed so the top of my stocking's. Occasionally, shapes and sounds were as abstract and unfocussed as a Jackson Pollock or Mark Rothko canvas soundtracked by Peter Brötzman on saxophone and Cecil Taylor on piano. But just as often, the city of Erewhon reasserted itself in strong primary colours that Roy Lichtenstein might favour and accompanied by the bright and bouncy rhythms of Tiësto and David Guetta. And where there was chaos in Erewhon, so too there was in the many and varied apparitions of Ydobon, who somehow managed to.