She Likes Me; She Likes Me Not

Look who’s back – one of the rough girls from the local sink-estate, and this time, thankfully, sansstick! I think she must like me. Or rather, like using me, for she is having me kiss-respect her boots. And that’s a good thing, for a girl like this could certainly teach me a thing or two about respect for the superior female.

I like her – and her boots and socks! I wonder what her name is? Can you see her face? Do you think she likes me too?




















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