"It is what you read when you don't have to that determines what you will be when you can't help it." - Oscar Wilde
Uhm, what just happened? Was there a plot somewhere? Maybe I missed it while trying to figure out why I payed money for 8 pages of... PWP? Or something? I don't know. I can't say more, except: Am I the only one who starts to squirm when people are shipped around as presents and then fuck, because suddenly there might be feelings?What?! Yeah. No.