Don’t let that calm façade fool you, there’s mischief being planned behind those innocent, green eyes. No doubt it involves new and unexpected ways to gouge bloody claw marks up and down my thighs as she launches herself into Low Earth Orbit from my lap.
In the interest of retaining this site’s “Mostly Harmless & More Or Less Family Friendly” rating, I’ll spare you all from pictures of the aforementioned wounds.
You’re welcome!
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 