I had every intention of writing this nice little story for you lads out there (and ladies who are so inclined). I was going to make all nice and luscious but I couldn't decide whose viewpoint I wanted to use. And I decided that what you imagine in your head is going to be far better than the measly scribblings I might make on the page.
So, instead, a feast for your eyes and the story is your own. Enjoy, my handsome ones.
I think she's speaking to you. What is she saying? You can share with Siobhan; I won't laugh. I might even embellish.
With love,
Siobhan
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