Darcy, Ok?

Darcy's mom flicked ashe dreams are weird. If any man ever shows up at night asking for you to go on a walk, you don't. Ok? This rule applies to your father, horny boys and run of the mill axe murderers. The phone rang in darcy's momside. She parked her cigarette in a commandeered serial bowl. They owned no ash trays. For ash trays implied regular use. It was about a sophisticated british lady from olden times who got captured by a pirate. And for some reason, as part of a ruse they had to get married. Then they fell in love and had sex, lots of sex