Punky Fu

She had lust written all over her.

Despite the best of plans, some times you go where your body takes you. That might be to Musicland (taking some time to play along with Punjabi DJ much to her awe and amazement), or to Martial Artopolis (like the night before). We would eventually get to Hookahville. And despite the recent record-setting, drought inducing,sheet burning, and universe altering sex, they were eager to be between the sheets, limbs entwined, and overflowing once again. Apparently the old maxim was apropos: Too much is never enough.

Typically, they were starved afterward. Tonight was no different. So while he quested food at the late hour, she chronicled and crafted. Afterward, bringing Hookahville to their living room, they shared Blackberry and Honey - and in a benzodiazepine-induced and smokey haze continued their Caine quest. She was the ever vigilant chronicler, and took photos to commemorate for posterior. Posted and captioned - the smoke tendrils could be seen drifting from their blow-up doll mouths. For the literate, they traded sweet tweets about her teats to make immortal their adventures.

For dessert, a caramel apple, quartered and halved again, sticky fingers and dropping nuts on the couch. Like I said, sometimes you go where your body takes you.