Um yeah, So I had just gotten off of the phone with ?kuinileti.

She's all, "You have to let me know if you get some tonight."

I could here the teasing grin in her voice.

I was all, "Nah, that won't be happening I've been feeling decidedly monkish. Remember?" In complete sincerity.

Kuinileti, "MMMMM hmmmm..." And I new from the tone of her "Mmmmm hmmmmm" that she might as well have said "Monkish my Ass!"

"Dogs my Cats!"

or even--

"Good Lord! be honest with yourself boy!"

So I admit it, she knows me so much better then I know myself.

Yep, Monkish to Whorish in 23.5 seconds.

It was the massage really!

I'm putty after a massage.

I can be in a totally whithering mood.

Able to give looks of death that would shrivel a bull's balls, but all that is needed to aleve those foul tendencies is a good long, strong, deep, DEEP, yes even painful massage.

Putty I tell you--

Ideas of celibacy thrown out the window.