Free Spirit at Last
Why not rub one out?
It feels as if I’ve been stuck in here for centuries. Nothing to do, nowhere to go, and with only my imagination to keep me sane. No matter how hard I try, my thoughts are always about sex, about beautiful women and how I could please them with any wish they ask. If only. I practice in my mind, dreaming up what I would do, given half a chance, but here I stay in this dusty old lamp, waiting, waiting, waiting. I find mysel...