Dirty Molly

“…and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.”

A filthy tart, was Molly Bloom, but such a way wid wurds!

Happy Bloomsday!

See also: Madame Baroque