returning from a brisk walk around the local links in the Ucity w/ my old gal-pal. we all call her dh lawrence b/c she's a dyed in the wool romantic. she bleeds from the heart she wears valiantly upon her sleeve. no joke; he's the tits. you should see for yourself. All you need do is stop by 1076 N&S- day or night she's down to knock boots...and i think everyone knows what i mean. i mean, my god, i hope so (sans steirs). someday soon, son. i promise. i will.