Today, while working at the local library, in the midsts of putting some paper back mysteries away, i heard a man call for this partner-
"Come on Lust!" and she looked depressed, put down the lawn care books(635/6's?) and followed him, like a sponge that was squeezed out of all its water. She was the sponge *life was water
Now, i feel sorry, but its starting to loook that there are more then a couple ways of having a relationship on this planet.