Women! What could you say? Who made them? God must have been a fucking genius. Hair … they say the hair is everything, you know. Have you ever buried your nose in a mountain of curls … just wanted to go to sleep forever? Or lips … and when they touched, yours were like… that first swallow of wine … after you just crossed the desert. Tits. Hoo-ah! Big ones, little ones, nipples staring right out at you, like secret searchlights. Mmm. Legs. I don’t care if they’re Greek columns … or secondhand Steinways. What’s between them… passport to heaven. I need a drink. Yes, Mr. Simms, there is only … Continue reading Frank Slade