My Halloween Wrap-Up, Or How Miss Peacock Attempted To Get A Date
November 2, 2009 in Electro-Mating, Lust
Since it became Wordsmoker‘s mission late last week to get Miss Peacock a date, I felt that I owed everyone a run-down of my Halloween evening.
The evening started out well, my breasts tucked away nicely (though not TOO nicely) inside my blouse, a clanging, gypsy-like necklace hanging around my neck. The Certain Someone had not yet arrived, so I mingled with friends and ate copious amounts of candy corn while swilling a girly Smirnoff Ice (Passion Fruit flavor) from the 6-pack I had so thoughtfully brought with me. I was mentally keeping a certain Chillbear Latrigue‘s advice in the back of my head, particularly this sage piece of advice:
