Pamela

Last Updated on Tuesday, 22 June 2010 10:16 Written by George Tuesday, 22 June 2010 10:16

I was nervous as I climbed the steep stairs. I had mixed feelings about Pamela. After all, she had palmed off Nancy on Ed and I had been left in the cold—I spent a miserable couple of months hustling Main Street. At first I didn’t recognize the woman who was sitting cross legged on a mattress on the floor. Her blue slip was above her hips and I could see her almost hairless vagina. Next to her was a wooden Celtic harp. But what really shocked me was…..