No Due to my history. I am no longer allowed within a certain amount of feet of a certain type of human being during some wicked phone 
sex. You know it’s for good reason if you have read my bio. I, however, think it’s needless, but I have to abide by the restraints that have been placed upon me. For this reason, I have to make certain that in my daily errand running. I do not come in contact with this group of people. Today, however, it was unavoidable. When I heard clapping, I made my way to the Library today to meander through the rows of books to find one that I would like to read. The clapping of little hands. I could feel the tiny hairs on my neck stand up; my heartbeat quickened immediately.
I did try ever so hard not to go in the direction of the sounds, but sometimes my will was weak. So I gave in to this wicked phone sex. I stood at the top of the stairs, staring down at a group seated in a semi-circle, listening with great joy to the reading of the book “Frosty The Snowman,” the excitement I felt well up inside of me was intense. Now I took a few steps down and was met by a Mother coming up the steps; she had a glim that said, “I am just going to the bathroom while they listen to the story.” I thought to myself, what a stupid mistake this woman just had made.
Wicked phone sex
In the past, this is how I would gain access to some of the collectibles I used to keep. One simple, innocent mistake by a Mother, thinking her offspring were safe, and I would be there to take advantage of this wicked phone sex. Today, though it was a different story, I listened to it, watching as their eyes became big as the storyteller used her voice to lull them into the fantasy world of Frosty. It would be so easy, too easy. I stayed for a few minutes, then I left. When I got home, I started thinking about one of those sitting in that semi-circle. She would have made the perfect collectibles. Skin so smooth, almost porcelain like, lips pouty, eyes big and brown.