I'm a real girl. I really love sex. Want to meet me? Maybe you want to fuuuck me ...?
he put it to us in this way--marking the points with a lean
The Time Traveller (for so it will be convenient to speak of
him) was expounding a recondite matter to us. His grey eyes
forefinger--as we sat and lazily admired his earnestness over
this new paradox (as we thought it:) and his fecundity.
thought roams gracefully free of the trammels of precision. And
for instance, they taught you at school is founded on a
You know of course that a mathematical line, a line of thickness