In a previous post, in the comments section, "Nielson Brown" asked how many nights Wanda had "done". His is a mean blog and so the reply needed to be considered and handled with care.
That meant I had to scratch the thinning pate and canter through the blog and my diary as not all trips are posted up on here - some are distinctly "Private - Keep Out!" [Get Orf My Land?]. But it was done and done well. Pocket calculators were employed in the process. Serious stuff.
The answer was a surprisingly low eighty three nights since Wanda came into my care and protection. Thirty seven nights in 2007. Just 19 nights in 2008. 21 nights in 2009 and so far this year; a miserable 6 nights. That figure will of course improve as the year progresses.
But yes. Wanda is a lightweight but amazingly strong young lady. This lass spits out Aktos into the dust, screaming "EAT MY SHORTS!" Pound for pound she is a prime prizefighter. The "Sugar Ray" of the tent world. Muscle. Style. Integrity. Room to spare.
But this comes at a price. I recently had to get to work on Wanda; to revitalise and refresh her worried brow. The upper vent elastic required a stitch or two. Her seams needed attention [her seams throw her silhouette into rapturous curves...] and her gossamer skin a little moisturiser. Her pelvic floor needed a little work (come on now; who's doesn't at our age?)
But on the Daunder I realised that one of Wanda's blind pole-pockets was no longer blind - her highly tempered pre-curved pole slipped all the way through the no longer blind pocket. But these are just trifles. Wanda has a summer cold ~ a little hay fever and a few well place stitches will restore her to her adolescent prime.
I foresee many, many happy years with my Wanda. When I took up with her, she was a risky venture. A complete unknown. A wayward madame. But now she is my assured companion. My haven in a storm. Big enough for a proper party. For company, if pressed.
So then: A Question to our Congregation: How many nights have you slept with your lady of the night? Is she good to you? Tell me your stories of faithful companionship by jotting a few notes in the comments. If you haven't commented before, do not be afraid; post anonymously. You do not need a Google / Blogger /Blog account. Just tell us who you are and all about your your nylon mistresses...
Wanda is waiting to hear your tales...