Denise Davies

[Bill Malone]

Dear Denise

I've read your posts over the weeks and it never occured to be I didn't know what you looked like. So I have just looked up your picture on the database.

Hellllllooooooooooo, nurse! I am in love.

You are perfection personified. Atkins induced bad breath or not.

Wow.

[denise davies]

hi bill thanks for the compliments

you can see more pics on

www.denisedaviesworld.com
www.denisedavies.com
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/denisedclub/.

love
denise davies

[Tez]

Denise
Duznt it seem strange that over on the other forum there talking about... ahem, how shall i say this...your, ahem pubic hair?

Tez

[Bill Malone]

Not at all. Perfect after dinner topic, with the cigars and the brandy. Pop another log on to the fire, settle back into the green leather high backed chair with ornate wooden arms and lean toward Caruthers sitting a few feet away in an identical piece if furniture.

"I say, old bean, what does one make of Denise Davies' hairy muff?"

Caruthers coughs slightly.

"Oh, well, yes, I must say, fine piece of carpet, what? Reminds me of Borneo, 1889, looking for the lost treasure of the incas."

"You mean The Lost Clittie of Gold?"

"That's the chap."

"Did you ever find it?"

"Took a while, fare bit of bush whacking to see where I was going, but yes, we found the blighter. Big sort, too, if I remember rightly."

"I bet. I wouldn't mind getting lost in her jungle."

"Well, email and tell her."

"What?"

"Oops, forgot this was a period sketch."

"Can we not use that P word when talking about women's bits please, old chap?"

"Sorry."

Ende.