The nineteen seventy-five Elvis Presley Convention was swinging, somewhere over two thousand fans were having a great time. My stall was busy, I had a new selection of Elvis posters, from a deal I’d done in France. I was happy, rushed off my feet, with customer after customer, and taking a load. “Would you like …
The Girl in the Mirror
The girl in the mirror turns me on. I know it’s weird, and I mentally punish myself for it all the time, but it’s the simple truth. The girl in the mirror just does it for me. I like the cut of her shoulder blades, the swell of her bosom, the way her narrow waist …