Pickle arrives at Luka's window to proudly present him with a crumpled note.
Dear Luka,
I want your cock. You really need to fuck my brains out!
Love and kisses, Adelaide
The legibility and authorship of the note are questionable.
Dear Luka,
I want your cock. You really need to fuck my brains out!
Love and kisses, Adelaide
The legibility and authorship of the note are questionable.
It's probably not a good sign that I can never tell if your joking or not... Look. I'll come see you tomorrow. Cause you know. We should talk. Probably. If you want to.
xAdelaideI want to.
Luka