Ok, so I’m sitting here waiting for Genesis Skye to call, and I just opened the box from Legend left on the doorstep today like an offering on the altar of sacrifice. Strange thing is sometimes the boxes look re-taped as if someone snooped at the contents and resealed the box in a way that subliminally sends the message like “yeah, it’s been opened and we don’t care if you know.” In fact, the JM ones are sealed with packing tape that bears a warning to inspect contents if the box looks it has been tampered with. There, they’ve done it again! Fuck, it’s not only tampering these mysterious forces do to my boxes, it’s a like a hand slipped into somebody’s privates to have a nosy look-see like a cop out for your dope... One time I called UPS and asked why my packages were being opened. I told the sista on the other end that nothing is ever missing and wanted to know why they were doing it? I already knew it wasn't my delivery guy who’s already overworked by those brown coat fucks. Well, the spiel was something to the effect of that it’s company policy to open packages on a random basis. As she droned on in a friendly plastic servitude way I was thinking “blah, blah, blah, b.s., yeah, right.” Click dial tone. I shrugged my shoulders and figured it must be the perverts at the LAPD or the forces eternally plotting against pornographers.
Anyway, I just cracked the plastic to this and popped it in to see if Nelson wrote my secret identity into the script where it would be passed on covertly through Haley’s pursed lips. Flick the bic, inhale exhale. Press play. Damn, Haley looks great having condoms of heroin shoved in her ass. No, I’m not hallucinating. It’s part of the story. Y’know, there’s this look she gets on her face when she fucks that almost reminds me of Traci Lords in her prime. Plus, it’s kinda cool seeing her do the dialogue like she does dicks where she always passes my fisting fitness test. Fucking hot. The fantasy begins. Quaff and puff. Yank the crank. I’m wondering in the back of my mind if Genesis is going to call right in the midst of my solo session. Now that really turns me on, astroglider out... to be continued.

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...I must've passed out. Everything was pitch black 'cept for the poltergeist static crackling on the tv screen. Suddenly the phone began ringing like my head. I croaked a fumbling "Hello?"... a few seconds of cautious silence... then a sugary voice said "Hello, this is Genesis Skye."
...to be continued

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