Love means taking off your kilt
Once upon a time, there lived a fair English maiden named Catherine, who loved her brother and her mother, but not so much her father. Her hair was like spun gold, her skin - fair and soft and her breasts made grown men cry. And it was the fate of Catherine, to be forever entwined with the very hard, the very bronzy, and the very well hung Alexander Fraser. @!#(&$ bitch.
