Cold, Damp & Lonely

The superb customer-mistress, herself well wrapped-up against the elements, mocks me for being cold, damp and lonely as she has me lickshine her dirty boots on a bitterly cold evening on the commuter bridge.

It is an honour for the likes of me to be mocked by one so great.














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