I was just a little girl when Ms Fits Well and I met. I knew her as though she was part of me, although I didn't pay much attention to her until I was in my early teens. She was a bother at times too. She liked to complain making me feel uneasy and uncomfortable. But she was my friend and I stood by her even when she was down right bloody. I did not like the neighborhood where she lived either. The nearby toxic waste dump could erupt with gases and flow. Over time I grew less sensitive to the neighborhood and more fascinated with Ms Fits Well and her dreams. Something good could come out of that neighborhood and Ms Fits Well was the one to do it.

Over the years, Ms Fits Well and I grew ever closer. Feeling her sometimes gave me such a thrill! I had a hand in most everything and everybody she met. We had a great time together, yet, I could tell that Ms Fits Well wanted something or someone stead fast, hard and reliable. She said she felt empty most of the time and needed a upright companion to lift her up and fill her with dreams. She tried all the popular crazes of the time but still felt empty. She even created a fantasy about her upright man. He would be like her very own stiffie only larger. He would bring her pleasure like her very own stiffie.

A Mister Stiffie I would think.