Dear AudIence, march 16th 2005

There was a redhead they called Tak, and a blonde they called Tik. The redhead is who I will tell of first. She is petite, and fair boned. Her hair is the kind of red that burns the iris. You can't forget it once you have seen it. You know the kind. Curls of flame. And it was real. I know because a few of her pubuic hairs are still stuck to my studio floor with plaster. But that detail is for later. I have never entered into her vagina, but I know her more intimately than, well, most men ever will. Unless she goes where I see her going, then what I have experienced will be less rare, and more of a footstone. Nevertheless, I have an intimate knowledge of her ever poor and pimple on the front of her magic little frame. From the nape of her neck to the curving nooks of her labia, I have not only seen and studied, but reproduced to such exacting detail as is possible for a man to do in his closet. But again, that comes at the end. The begining is much more innocent.

All for now.

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3 questions shall you ask, and 1 shall I answer.

~Itwiteaz