….Anna kinda reminds you of a snake, when it eats, it just sleeps after a sizable treat; she’ll squeeze till your bowels release, you can have ten inches with girth to make ‘em hurt under the skirt, and Anna still gets down like Dirt McGirt, but comes off as innocent as a baby bird’s chirp, as she moves the fifth from her lips to burp. She kept her cheeks perky, and her smile smirky, so I couldn’t tell she was out to hurt me, the situation was murky, I think she had it in her to try and merk me. Anna collects wallets like a artist collects different color paints on his palette; walks around like a pimp with a silver chalice, keeps a Dillinger in her purse for unwanted malice; she doesn’t really need a man, she has a ten inch plastic phallus; for any man she’s a challenge.