Dovina14 Feb 2007

Nothing compounds the shame of having erupted from ordinary gay teacherhood into temporary statutory rape more than the condescending cooing of a delightfully plump cockney poeme. As you lick your fingers, a poor man on his way to an important assignation, you must find a way of cleansing your trousers whilst bewailing lack of moral rectitude and vowing never again to take the short cut through shambles where the temptation of speedy relief from a brazen young wench is all too enticing. 10 (parody? - yes)