Based on "Winter" by William ShakespeareWhen ghastly melons guard the door,And coloured sugars come by the bag,And fields of grass wear green no more,And leaves begin to wilt and sag. When the bones of nature litter our floor,Then Jack grows into a witchly hag,Makeup and wig Come out at last, While greedy children knock at the gate.When days grow short and nights. He was sitting alone in the cafeteria and it was unusually crowded for lunch. She asked him if he wouldn’t mind sharing his table. He said no, he didn’t mind sharing the table. They started talking. At least Linda started talking, Edgar mostly listened and tried to avoid answering her questions. Linda took an immediate liking to him. He is quiet and shy, shorter than her by about ten or twelve centimeters, has beautiful long blond hair — long for a man anyway — and the deepest blue eyes she has. Nick was standing at my door and Shelly was wishing us a good night with a wink. I turn off my computer. He walks in and closes the door. He locks it and moves closer to me. Before I could ask him what he was doing he was at my feet and my shoe was off and he was kissing my foot, and sucking on my toes through the nylon covering it. I could feel his hot breath and then the coolness as soon as he pulls away form the nylon. It gives me a flash back to this weekend and I am suddenly soaked. He.Read More
