Lionel Asbo [antikvár]

2006: Desmond Pepperdine, Renaissance Boy Dear Jennaveieve, I'm having an affair with an older woman. Shes' a lady of some sophistication, and makes a refreshing change from the teen agers I know (like Alektra for example, or Chanel.) The sex is fantastic and I think I'm in love. But ther'es one very serious complication and i'ts this; shes' my Gran! Desmond Pepperdine (Desmond, Des, Desi), the author of this document, was fifteen and a half. And his handwriting, nowadays, was self-consciously elegant; the letters used to slope backward, but he patiently trained them to slope forward; and when everything was smoothly conjoined he started adding httle flourishes (his e was positively ornate - like a w turned on its side). Using the computer he now shared with his imcle, Des had given himself a course on calligraphy, among several other courses. On the plus-side, the age-difference is surprisingly He crossed that bit out, and resumed. It started a fort-night ago when she rang up and said its the plumbing again love. And I said nan? I'll be right over. She lives in a granny flat under a house about a mile away and theres allways some thing wrong with it's plumbing. Now I'm no plumber but I learnd a bit from my Uncle George whose in the trade. I sorted it out for her and she said why not stay for a few drink's? Calligraphy (and sociology, and anthropology, and