Teh Brad: A Modern Fable
"For the love of Pete," she said, her lips close to mine. Her pouty, soft lips that promised of sweet-scented kisses in the evening. "Would ya' move over, I'm tryin' ta watch Law & Ordah!" Her vibrant tones beckoned me closer. I had to be in her warmth! "Oh God, Jesus, that was a stinker. Sorry." That voice floated through my brain, like the song sung to me by the muses to inspire brilliant imaginations-- and lust. "Get offa' me, I said. You're really starting ta **** me off. Why'ncha go play on yer damned computer?!" I listened to her, for I was like her faithful dog then, her servant. She, my Queen and Master." ~excerpt from Brad's diary, January 2001, moments before making stripcreator.