Mistress Matilda takes charge 

Matilda was sitting in the same chair wearing a red kaftan , her hair was scraped back and covered with a turban in the same red. She was sipping a dry martini with a green olive . The door opened and she slowly raised her eyes from the glass. "Come slave, I don't bite. I... Continue Reading →


Sofia and the seven dwarfs 

How on earth I'm going to make you understand the thought behind this when I can't make sense of it myself. What goes round in a mans head leaves me more and more perplexed Ring Ring "Hello, who am I speaking too?" "It's Sneezy" "Huh? I beg your pardon?" "It's Sneezy, is that Snow White?"... Continue Reading →

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