very cool. There used to be a stain on my panties, caused by the tacit cooperation of a neglectful woman and the calls of nature. From the chair on which I sit to use my computer, as I observed this stain when occasionally glancing downward between my knees, panties down as I fapped to BL, it appeared almost as a face. One `eye' was distorted, as if winking, and the `hair' and `neck' were a little scraggly, but the overall effect was unmistakably that of a carefree man with well-kept hair winking up upon me.

For a lack of a better picture, I have attached an image of Daddy Cool to this post. Please imagine that the stain which I have described resembled a smiling, winking Daddy Cool who had decided to attempt a pompadour, but had given up halfway through. The stain was a little larger than life-size.

I have said that this stain used to be on my panties. Five days ago, a pervert (or team of perverts) admitted himself or herself (or themselves) to the apartment in which I reside (completely unannounced to me), ostensibly to steal a separated, unrelated piece of lingerie which I had photographed myself wearing and posted online some weeks prior. This intrusion occurred while I was away, and as I have written, I had no advance warning of such a thing.

The pervert (or perverts) brought his or her (or their) primary assignment to a barely tolerable conclusion: it will last for at least another month before any more of my panties are too soiled to wear. However, the pervert (or perverts) took it upon himself or herself (or themselves) to examine the rest of the apartment upon which I reside, and they found, undoubtedly, the stain that resembled Daddy Cool.

The remainder of the events I cannot describe, as I was not present for them, but suffice it to say that because of this unannounced intruder (or these unannounced intruders), there is no longer a stain on my panties. This concludes my narrative.

There used to be a cat on my table caused by the tacit cooperation of a neglectful property manager and the sedentary nature of the feline. From the chair on which I sit to use my computer, as I observed this cat when occasionally glancing leftward, it was unmoving and witty. One ‘ear’ was offset, as if viewed in a non-Mona font, and the ‘mouth’ and ‘eyes’ were a little abstract, but the overall effect was unmistakably that of a carefree cat with closed eyes imparting wisdom to me.

For lack of a better picture, I have attached an image of Felis silvestris catus to this post. Please imagine that the cat which I have described resembled a smiling, winking Felis silvestris catus who had decided to attempt a talk show, but had given up halfway through. The cat was a little smaller than life-size.

I have said that this cat used to be on my table. Five days ago, a domain registrar (or team of domain registrars) admitted himself or herself (or themselves) to the apartment in which I reside (completely unannounced to me), ostensibly to shut down a separate, unused BBS which was overrun by spam. This intrusion occurred while I was away, and as I have written, I had no advance warning of such a thing.

The registrar (or registrars) brought his or her (or their) primary assignment to a barely tolerable conclusion: it will last for at least another month before the spammer decides to try again. However, the registrar (or registrars) took it upon himself or herself (or themselves) to examine the rest of the internet which I browse, and they found, undoubtedly, the cat that sat on the table.

The remainder of the events I cannot describe, as I was not present for them, but suffice it to say that because of this unannounced intruder (or these unannounced intruders), there is no longer a cat on my table. This concludes my narrative.