Re: Confessions: You do it and you know it is bad
in random gas station restrooms between Albuquerque and Pensacola on the stall walls I have written about 183 chapters of erotic fiction.
No, you clearly don't know who you're talking to, so let me clue you in. I am not in danger, Skyler. I am the danger. A guy opens his door and gets shot and you think that of me? No. I am the one who knocks!