Aww yourself. You got it all baby doll, head to toe and back up again... Inch - by - delightful -- inch. I am going to get rid of all your clothes. You can thank me then. Don't panic, I'll let you keep your jewelry. And your toys. I may be deviant but I'm not a monster no matter what you may have heard it's all vicious rumor.
You are getting used to me. Like a bad habit. A really nasty one you know you should break but really don't want to. You're already there yet still cautious, in denial, and listening to well-meaning poor advice. Sorry. Too late. I'll be gentle...sometimes. 
(Cool the passion replying to my posts, Danielle; I'm getting sore from bouncing off the ceiling. Neighbors are getting concerned.)
