Ricky Fuld

This tale that I am about to tell is of a hard-dicked boy who lived and suffered in the dark middle ages; of how he saw both the good and the bad of men, and of how, by gentleness and love and much fucking, he came at last to stand above other men and to be looked up to by all. And should you follow the story to the end, I hope you may find it a pleasure, as I have done, to ramble through those dark ancient castles, to lie with Hardwood and Dickwit in the high belfry-tower, or to sit with them in the peaceful quiet of the sunny old monastery garden, for, of all the story, I love best those early peaceful years that Hardwood spent in the dear old Cream Cheeks on the Hill.

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