They turn my way, see through me.
I am naked.
Love your hair.
Grab it. Grope it. 96 more words
Many years ago when I was a student at Stirling University, some of us would love to abandon studies and go up Dumyiat Hill behind the University in drizzly cold weather – it was a most excellent way to clear the brain-overload fog that hit around exam time. 479 more words