Bobby,

When I came beggin for your state package, you froze me out.  I thought you were bein cruel, Baby, but I had no idea how good it would feel to be tied up and on my knees.

You force my market open wide.

Even while you meet your obligations to the state’s athletic programs and prop up health care and education, you still show me your hard hat.

You spank my naughty librarian.

You know the difference between boys and men.

You know how to treat a bad, bad girl like me.

Let the people talk, Bobby.  You can page me, anytime.  Or just send me a text.

A.F.

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