CRIB XVII: Bye, Bye, Cuite Pie (The CRIB)
I had everything. Money. A wife who indulged my fantasies every day. Nannies. Maids. Closets full
I had everything. Money. A wife who indulged my fantasies every day. Nannies. Maids. Closets full
Here I am, about to go on trial for being a reckless romantic. I am accused of “knowingly and fel