/lit/ - Literature

>Do any of you guys have experience with Melanie
"Melanie," the night coos, like some angelic pigeon sent to beguile -- or to torment? It was the eve of her National Foundation for the Arts Award. She rose, a vision in hotness, when I flung open the door to her room at the Marriott. "Who are you?" she lilted, in a voice like the Venus de Milo dipped in a vat of honey. I asked whether this exquisite creature might deign to sign my San Jose Sharks visor. How chaste, how demure those fingers that dialed the number for Hotel Security. 811 -- that is the number of our love.