I did remember the adage br about how flattery will get you br into the portals of all homes br and palaces, perhaps it can br secure an entry permit for br the Pearly Gates at that. br br She was fresh-faced and pretty, br lovely legs, and freckles, br two dimples, mischievous br (and placed with great precision) br moist ruby lips and not a trace br of fur as often can be seen br adorning crazily the upper lip, br white skin, caressable and soft, br like light-pink velvet with a glow br that seemed to be created br from an inner light, perhaps her soul. br br But she was flat, that is the best br that I can do with this description, br if anything there were two indentations br rather than those buds of Daisies br that look their best in May among br those thousands of green blades br of God's green grass, oh pity. br br We did connect, in mind at first br and later carnally, please do forgive br and keep this whole account br in strictest confidence, my friends. br br It was the strategy of ages that I used, br the very flatness had inspired me br to overwhelm her other assets br of which there were so many, br (kindly read my praises up above) br with blatant, humdinger but diplomatic br and dressed in pink chiffon, with Flattery. br br It never fails, will even start a battery br so dead that not one spark remains.