A nice little GM to start 2009

A few days ago, the daughter of a friend gave me a hug. It was very unexpected. I think she's 6 years old, with a very tanned skin and thick, mouse-brown hair. She's not beautiful; she's cute and, dare I say it, lusty.
So I stood there, holding her, loving her consumption of me into the warm, fragrant place where the atmosphere gives way to her body. Then I noticed something stuck in her hair. That was my excuse to extend the embrace. It was a price tag, which was quite nicely stuck. I gradually got it out, concentrating on every sensation from her cool smooth pony tail. So I got to hug an LG and touch her hair at the same time. Fantastic.

Oh no! Oh no! Look how much harm was done! I'd better hand myself in to the authorities at once!