So after I change into my crisp white linen shirt opened to the navel, man hair and medallion like some wonderful Christman tree, white slacks and white loafers, I walk nonchalantly along the promenade with one hand in my pocket, silver Casio wristwatch glistening in the high noon sun. My other hand gracefully carrying my white sports jacket over my shoulder. My tiny dreamcatcher earring jostling my lobe in the wind. My Patrick Swayze esque ballad locks effortlessly locked in place with a high quality Guadelupan hairspray. I gasp as I glimpse the sign: Little Bear Teddy Top Cones. Today, being a nonce will be easy peasy! And I can get Terry to taxi me to the dungeon, er home. Win/win.
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