Wonder Womannn!

Who's that lady?

She's like a friggin Amazon princess. I invited her over for Thanksgiving and she's kind of a messy girl, so I warned her not to mess up my parents place. The moment I finish my sentence, she walks over to the curtain in the living room, props her foot on the door handle like a ballerina, lifts her blue skirt up, grabs the curtain and wipes from front to back, leaving her period all over it. It was such a bold move, not only because of my warning her and how she did it, but because my parents were watching.

It was so sexy. She left me, my dad, and my mom all with erections afterward. As my mother and father examining the Christ like imagery her stain left behind. My dad said she's a keeper, gave me a thumbs up and told me her period smelled like maple syrup too. He cut off a square from the curtain for scientific study at his job, but one time he left his wallet in my car and I found the square there with the words:

"I want to do her son, please don't find this. Perhaps it would be better if I kept this to myself if I were ever to leave my wallet in your curious hands."

He writes remarkably legible for such a small space to write on.