The Dame Liked Knives
Dame liked knives – that’s how I knew she was different. And her curves were dynamite, just waiting to go off. I could hear the timer ticking away in my head. Tall, blonde, blue eyes. She was none of those things, but tell her that any of that made her less of a woman, and she’d give you an Enzo Angiolini enema. Not one of those half-inch pump deals either. …