I was flirting with a snow bunny once upon a time. She called herself Cinnamon, and she was absolutely smoking hot (translation: way outta my league). Miraculously we wind up back at my place, and things are going swimmingly. Just as it becomes apparent I'm going to close the deal, she asks if I have any ties. It was a bit of a non sequitur, but I managed to reply in the affirmative. Long story grotesque: she wanted the ties used to tie her down - face down, buck naked, spread eagle. At which point I would beat her with a wire coat hanger until she was bloody. Because, she said, "Blood can lubricate the passion." As I was showing her the door she hissed at me: "Maybe someday you'll GROW UP." That's mine. What's yours?
