Metal & Lace

This isn't who I am...I've never been what you considered the take-home-to-your-mama type. F*ck, I usually don't even stick around past the next morning. For as long as I can remember, I've lived by no one's rules but my own. On the edge of destruction, my life has been an obscure, drug-induced haze of hard-partying, random groupies, and Metal. Now, there's Lace. Ever since I saw her uptight ass, I've wanted to pound the prude right out of her. She was just supposed to be a fun lay. Now, sh...