by sr71plt
I wrote a dozen things hoping to praise you in the manner you deserve but I erased them all in frustration. As a omnivorous reader I devour work like this, duly ashamed of the speed of my gluttony. Such a repast deserves savor and reflection but alas, I consumed greedily, more interested in the enfolding story than true scholarly devotion. To put it bluntly, I was distracted by how hot it was. This is great work. Tennessee Williams might've written things like this if he had balls.