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Taylor appears from… where?
From… there, perhaps?
(Honestly, you can’t put ‘where’ in italics and not expect my mind to jump there.)
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I must learn not to sleep with it wet. I recite this five times as a mantra whilst I try, once more, with the brush.
I must not sleep with it wet.
I must not sleep with it wet.
I must not sleep with it wet.
I must not sleep with it wet.
I must not sleep with it wet.
My inner critic invites you to tag along on a journey through the deepest, darkest realms of bad fiction, as epitomized in the fanfictional beginnings of the now bestselling series 'Fifty Shades of Grey'. In other words, I am doing a through and critical reading of 'Master of the Universe' by Snowqueens Icedragon. Be warned: Kinky fuckery lies ahead (admittedly most of it is being censored, what with genitalia being vaguely alluded to as 'way down there', or simply just 'there'.) Nevertheless, twelve-year-olds, consider yourselves warned.
