Plaster Boy
It was a horrible wet Sunday morning. Rain pelted against the windows of our apartment bedroom and the clouds promised that snow was not far away. I snuggled deep down in the bedclothes and moved closer to my beautiful Mistress for warmth. ‘Miserable weather! What will we do today?’ I asked. My Mistress rolled over and looked at me with those deep brown eyes I loved so much. She smiled and said, ‘Well there is no risk of you overheating today, how about we give my idea a run?’ ...