Tiger, tiger, burning bright/ In the forests of the night
“Here Kitty, Kitty” by Shelly Laurenston
Dear Lola, Mimi, Juan and Sven,
If you’re reading this, I am probably on the next flight out to South Carolina in the US of A (and if I am unable to convince Mister Airline Ticket Man to let me purchase a ticket with all my worldly savings ($46.82), then I guess I should be back in time for dinner so save me a plate ok?). You see my friends, I am on a mission to find Nikolai Vorislav, the gorgeous shape shifting tiger with a Southern accent, deep pockets, hot body and crazy ass sex drive. Though I am different from the heroine (being that my lady bits do not emit thumping noises - audible to my own ears at least), I am pretty sure I will be able to turn Nik around in his obsession over Angelina to me. I think. No no, I’m sure of it and you know why??
