Based on "A Dialogue between the Soul and Body" by Andrew MarvellSOUL: Oh, who can from this bear releaseA flowered soul who knows no peace?This meaty hand, this bulging arm,This weedy face which knows no charm,This hairy foot, this eye that leers,This mottled nose, protruding ears:A prison grown large to restrainThis sweet and simple, gentle brainWhich longs with every coarse heartbeatSurroundings dainty and petite.BODY: Who says that I'm some jail. "I was wearing a pleated Plaid Pleated Mini that I just knew couldn'tpossibly cover my pink panties as we walked toward the Butterfly in apair of borrowed three inch heels. Tawny had a pair falsies she neverwore anymore, and Mona had insisted I wear them, along with one of Mona'slong blonde wigs.As we walked she asked. "So how long have you been dressing?"I could feel myself sliding into full girl mode as I giggled. "Since Icould walk." "I thought so, you didn't need any help at all with your. Steve nodded his head and I felt a smile form on my face. I knew that he was going to agree to Melissa’s request; he was going to punish Karen.“Melissa,” Steve asked, “When you suspected that Karen was stealing money from you, in order to buy cigarettes…did you punish her?”A soft answer came from Melissa’s lips, “No.”Steve and I had already experienced the teenage years with our own daughter. She was in her final year of college. We were very proud of her, of her accomplishments; she was a.Read More
