Touch my Nook.

It was a Christmas present, my new Nook.  I found out later that the very child I had made fun of for going out shopping on Black Friday had, in fact, waited in line for a very long, long time at a local store to buy a Nook for her mommy, at a very, very good price.   All that and a gift card to fill it!  And didn’t I feel like a horse’s ass for teasing?  I immediately mess it up play with it, in the process downloading what I found out later was a very norty book veiled as a romance novel.  It ...more