For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause.
What is under your bed?
During that time period when I was expanding my whore-izons, there wasn’t much that was off the table (no blood, no scat, no permanent scars, no excessive pain)…
Unless I can do it with my mind or my body, it’s probably not going to be happening.