where I was slowly turning into a pooltoy and was struggling to 1. get my clothes off so they wouldn't become part of my permanent painted-on design and 2. get to the pool, because obviously no one wants to play with a pooltoy that's just in a random hallway or an office somewhere.
I'm not into pooltoys or tf, so, uh, sorry to whoever that was meant for. please return my sex dream about fucking the concept of next Thursday incarnated as a dragon-centipede or whatever, if you see it.