Sunday, December 24

Yeah, I admit it, I'm bad. Bad. Bad. Bad. But Santa Baby always leaves last year's whips in my stocking in exchange for a couple of my latest stories. Mmm-hmmm, hurts so good!

Now, I'm off to hunt a couple chickens for Christmas Eve dinner. Run! Run, you feathery peckerheads! Z's got a brand "new" whip to break in...


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