She led a private life. Growing up in a unsavory neighborhood, she struggled to keep her feminine ways. She had a best friend, that would be me! We grew up together, I was fortunate to live in a nice neighborbood. Sometimes I think it made her jealous.

I encourage her to get out now and then. Take in the new and fresh kind. She loved meat, especially hard meat. Sometimes she would crave meat for days until finding just the right moment and person to share it with.

She kept her place clean and warm. Sometimes I play with her and we have such a great time together. She had a dream and I wanted to help her live it. Stiff and long were the best. She would tighten up, With her lips swollen and engourged with blood, she would invite someone in to spend some time with her. Its great to have friends.

She talked about a Mister Stiffie to me. I did not know what to say.