Rope

On the other hand, what's the use of a fantasy world if you can't hurt other people's feelings? I've done it of course, and I dare you, double dare you, to cast the first stone. But, and I hope this doesn't disappoint you, I've never done it cold. Never set someone up just for the pure pleasure of pulling the rug out. Think I should? Just to see how it feels? Now I'm talking like a sociopath. Was it Leopold and Loeb? Spelling might be wrong, but you know who I mean, and the reason I think of them and not, say, Ted Bundy, is the Hitchcock movie. How to become immortal: get Hitchcock to make a movie about you. Except he's dead. Rope. Give them enough rope and we all know what happens, which is sort of what writing a blog feels like, and I've already brought up the topic of confession, haven't I? Relax boys. At least for now. At least for as long as you're good to me. Discretion is very important to a whore. It's almost as important as "perfect tits" and a "fine ass." Just quoting of course, but it's true all the same that I don't value modesty very highly. At least not in the as opposed to vain sense. In the as opposed to showy and vulgar sense, I value it quite highly. I see nothing wrong with being vain, as long as you keep it to yourself, and yes, I know, vanity is what got that charming couple, L&L, the rope. But they didn't keep it to themselves, did they? Couldn't. It's very hard to resist the temptation of letting the world you despise know how smart you are. Do I speak from experience? Of course not. Keen observation, if I may say so myself.