by Knight Errant » Tue Nov 22, 2011 8:33 pm
"Dont remind me..." She mutters, looking down at her breasts, then back up. "Sure, Lucy... I'm ready as I'll ever be."
O Muse!
Sing in me, and through me tell the story
Of that man skilled in all the ways of contending,
A wanderer, harried for years on end...
Click the eggs... feed the dragons.