Lucy Collett just seems like she'd be a fun gal to have on a summer road trip. Especially when I announced the topless only rules for my car. I bet she wouldn't balk at that rule. Or the one where we take turns sitting on the driver's lap and she's the only passenger. Your turn again, Lucy. Beg my ungentlemanly thoughts, but Lucy and her ginger topped sweet topless body tends to make prurient thoughts race through my head like greyhounds chasing a rabbit. Only, I don't want to eat the rabbit, I want to rub it all over with hot baby oil then tickle it with feathers. I don't know, maybe the greyhounds really want to do that too. I can't read dog minds.
Lucy, you are my sweet teated treat. I have been fond of you through think and skin. I think that's how the expression goes. Someday, we shall be together and the sounds of our merry giggles shall be matched only by the primal screams of our passions. And that's just the first date. Call me, let's make this happen. My iPhone informs me my calendar is open until as far as the calendar goes. Enjoy.