Not Tonight Darling, I've Got A Headache.

Well, take an aspirin, damn prude.


Oh dear, You want me to go to your house?
*flushes crimson* Why, that wouldn't be proper, I say.

I'm mean, I don't want to sound like a prude and it's not
that the thought of going to your house does not excite me,
but, it isn't very proper, is it?

I'm very much compelled to say yes,
although what morals I have left are steering me
towards to path of abstinence. *flushes crimson*



I'll have to think about it.