I was nappin when it happened. When I awoke, this biggish bloke
Was tip toeing down the stair in his bare birthing suit and aunt Lynn
Was sitting at the piano playing When the Saints Come Marching in!
Suspicious that the bloke was not the saint she was marching in, I did
The only sensible thing I could think of: I caught the night flight to LA.
The voyeur in me wants to know more, care to write a sequel
Love this one, absolutely fabulous. xoxooxox