Hey DocSon! How about a mail? I'm standing by the profiles. I think it's cool that you are following my ff so eagerly. That motivates!




"Yes, but she won't let anyone in. Father wanted to break the door, but mother protested against that." Now Son Goten had to come up with something. He decided on a love letter, but on tape. He spoke on the tape and slipped it under the door (impossible, I know, take it that way). Now she just had to listen to it. When Bra saw the tape, she picked up her Walkman and listened to it. Son Goten's crummy voice began to tell: about the love for her and that with Marron was not serious. "Don't lock yourself in, I love you Bra!" the last sentence sounded dark and dripped heavy and creamy from Bra's ear. Bra couldn't help but unlock her door and run out. But she fell head first over Son Goten (sounds shit), who was sitting in front of her door and waiting. He knelt down next to her and asked: "Has something happened to you?"-"Yes! I've fallen in love with you! "Son Goten smiled happily at Bra. Their faces came closer and finally the long-awaited kiss came. Bra couldn't get enough and kissed Son Goten again and again. And if they haven't died, then they still kneel in the hallway of the CC and kiss hot and deep.




It was pretty cheesy. But I still want clerks! * g * What do you think? Can I write stories or should I rather clean toilets at the gas station? Greetings to all who have read this! Cyron