
We were drinking champagne that night. Sarah joked: “You have the perfect tits: they fill my glass perfectly” I laughed and added: “oh my dear, it is the other way around.”
I filled her bum all night with the bottle. She enjoyed it.
Posted by Katz PJ at 10:09 pm on December 11th, 2008.
Categories: fine art, non-fiction-fiction, people.

She started earlier that night. She could not wait any longer.
He was wearing the ring she gave him the day before in the hair saloon, the kind that made him last longer.
Nobody understood why such a young and delicate girl would go to that old place; full of old chairs and razors smelling like Paco Rabanne.
But he remind her of her first true love: Amanda’s grandfather.
Posted by Katz PJ at 10:40 pm on December 1st, 2008.
Categories: bizarre, fine art, non-fiction-fiction, people, spooky.