drink and spell? Oh, I love to pour a smoky Cabernet in my words. You know
those sly slips of the tongue that stick a needle in with a little sugar, but
burn when the point reaches pain. Does that sound evil? Not really. I don’t turn
the other cheek if I expect a scar. Let’s just say I level the playing field
when a lover fails to follow the rules. Restraint is like a rubber band. When
it is stretched too far, it snaps. Of course they’re always forewarned, I’ve
never been declawed.