Well, the problem is, I don't know where to look; and since I'm not starting until September, more or less, that's a pretty long-term commitment for the four months I'll be spending there.
Spike's Bitches 29: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I'm naked under my clothes.
She is. I saw!
I'm wearing a sarong, and smoking.
I'm wearing pants.
Oops, gotta run, time to get on The Jungle Cruise.
I'm wearing a bra and pj bottoms, which is pretty much my home uniform.
I'm wearing pants.
Marks date on calendar. Today, ND wore pants.
I am still in work clothes.
I'm wearing pants.
I invented pants.
I wear sarongs at home a lot. They are so comfortable. Actually, I walkaround naked more than I should, since I live on the 1st floor, and several of my shades are usually open, so sarongs are as close as I can get to naked without startling the passers-by.