I’m a Porn Star.* Really.
*But only from the knees down.**
**Seriously, you don’t want to see the other bits of me. Everything’s melted, like, two feet lower than where it’s expected to be, which makes me feel bad for gropers.
Yeah. Not mine. My calves are a freak of nature, and if you want to see them, you have to open up fetish-porn sites on your computer, and good luck with that especially if you’re at work, you reckless bastard.
How a Georgia girl raised in the Baptist church turned into a PORN STAR though…That I can show you. It’s in the book. Page 220.
Buy meeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
(Click there.) You know you want to.
Cool-Ass Reviews
Shenandoah: The Washington and Lee University Review
Deep South Magazine
Curve
Alice Randall, author of The Wind Done Gone