Category: Sara Wolf

I would love to slap you right now, but I’m currently wielding a nine pound ball and I’m afraid that would be called murder.

How did you find me? If you hacked into the Club’s computer to look up my appointments – ““Whoa, I think you overestimate me, shitlord. Last time I checked all I did was be in the wrong place at the right time. I saw you and had to – ”“Stalk me.”“ – delicately approach you. In a sideways manner. From behind. Without being seen at all. For ten minutes.