“I can see the way, I see the way you look at me. And even when you look away I know you think of me. I know you talk about me all the time, again and again.”
So, I was shamelessly going through your blog, when I happened upon the long photoset of Mark Sheppard. Now, there are not many men, aside from my own father, that I'd willingly call "Daddy" (I'm not a hater, just isn't my cup of tea). But good GAWD, every time I look at that beautiful, tattooed, British motherfucker, I have the urge to moan wantonly and beg for "Daddy" to punish me because I've misbehaved... Again.