Fuck me, I'm about to go to the bus station and catch a Berry's coach to London. Misti Velvet is about to get a ride to San Antonio airport & fly to Houston then on to Heathrow where I shall meet her tomorrow early & we'll spend a couple of days in a hotel before catching the same coach back here. (I'm leaving my toys at home, but I always have the belt if she's naughty.)
She has waited a decade, I a lustrum. This is good, in fact it's very good. Big King Daddy Saturn, on behalf of Maa, has trained us & broken us to obedience, then rebuilt us, because that's what he does.
Not sure about this poem, but it made her all tingly, apparently, so that's good. After 66 and 53 years we shall finally find home.
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