caution: cheesy post ahead

   I asked for something, He gave me two. Maybe I should’ve been clearer on the quantity? But eitherway, neither of them are favorable. Here I am in the middle, and yet the indecision isn’t as fierce as one should expect. There is no decision to make when you’ve made up your mind long before: It’s a no and a no.

Jane Austen would approve, I’m sure. I have canons to follow. No one should get hurt at my disposal, at my expense. Age shouldn’t be a reason to hasten decisions, bend on what’s tolerable. If you know what you deserve; if waiting takes longer, then so be it.

What have I been doing all this time, anyway, right?

Meanwhile… Greg is no longer naked.