Baby come hereLet me whisper in your earLet's do thingsNaughty thingsThings that will make your mother have nightmaresThings that make the priest say a prayer, but still stareCome here babyWe have the whole nightLet's start this off slowI can...

In came she, the Apprentice, wanting to learn the trade of budding. Out in the garden, she trimmed her grass, first. She was green like a twig, but a perfect novice to tease. I watched her from the distance,looking...