Those of you that are subscribers might recognize my work, it usually begins: Dear Letters to Penthouse, As a triple amputee, I don't have to tell you that my chances at hot love are close to nil. But I must tell you about the young vixen that delivered my pizza last night...
Gotta mix in a pop pass or something with Roschon at wildcat. That 3rd and short play was sniffed out from the cheap seats.