Mr Vink started slowly, getting his wife on the soft stuff, then graduated to the hard stuff. First an ear piercing, then the top of the ear, then the navel. soon the lip, next the eye brow. Mrs Vink was so hooked that she would do anything for a needle. The end came when she was spending more time with Hernando, a diseased piercing specialist, than Mr Vink. Finally, Mr Vink found the photos. Alas. But perhaps there is poetic justice after all.
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