by 12oclocktales
I love you, Gordon! My dream man.
I would love to read a story about him pooping whilst playing a pipe organ in a church.
The only instruments Gordon knows how to play, to my knowledge, are the harmonica and the zither, sometimes both simultaneously. I’ll pass along your request anyway. He’s waiting in the wings right now getting ready to meet one of his neighbors. She’s a real hot live wire and he can hardly wait. Should happen in a few chapters.