LETTER FROM PORTLAND
LETTER FROM PORTLAND ? Dear Shoeblossom, ? Last night I was kneeling in the corner after one of Margaux's big parties.Covered in semen and labial juices from one hundred different guests, I was weeping quietly and seriously exhausted. ? As I knelt, George Crenshaw, my neighbor, walked by me, buttoning up his coat and snorting. He'd whacked his cock back and forth across my face, and kicked me in the balls before fucking my 23 year old daughter right in front of me. ? Danckwerth Dieudonne, my...