Grab A Foundling and Ran

When H-E was doing Broadway, flashing her tits, expressing her mirth, often quoting Oscar Wilde– on the fly– she had a bit of ballerina about her, though she weighed about ninety pounds more than any ballerina she ever loved, emulated, went into swoon over,

Swan Lake over, paddle boat, ne’er a rambling twinkle of stars over, baby over, or grab a foundling over.

Inside 9 East 71st Street, it was THEM who grabbed a fondling of H-E. Maybe this was kind, for grabbing a fondling will not in any case produce a foundling, in any case abortion is not utilized. Inside 9 East 71st Street, condoms were always used. 9 East 71st Street is a town house, not a condominimum, but condoms were used, to the max.

Why was, if H-E has a beating human heart, milk of kindness, beating from that heart,not goat’s milk neither, even in 9 East 71st Street, as street music, a bit rustic, even in Mannahattas, explains and exclaims, “in the first place” ? Honest question deserving an honest answer. Curiosity. Curiosity killed the cat. Curiosity did more than that. Curiosity wrote the adventure, the advertisement, the divestiture, the excitement, the splendor, and the lubricant, of Mannahattas. “At that.”

H-E, a good corn fed gal from Nebraska, loved the idea of going inside a Mannahattas townhouse as an honored and appreciated guest. Indeed H-E had been invited inside. Corn fed, well bred, trained to be unquestioningly obedient,plus, with a great brain every bit as fine as her long, tall, sculpted legs declared, she would be an excellent addition to the 9 East 71st Street party.