DELVING WHOLE HOG INTO MEMORIES...GOLD GOWN, YEARBOOKS....I WANT THAT HOUSE
I’m having a real mishmash (is that a word?) of a day. After having written a post about my night as a not really queen, wearing the gown that twisted off to reveal my bra…and John, the gallant high school escort who crushed me to him in an effort to help me save face….or bosom (relationships... Sign in to see full entry.