THE RAINMAN | L.S.
KRUXXAR
Harry doesn't mean to cause the troubles that he has since he moved to a small town on the country side.
And Louis,
Well nothing excites him more than an elaborate hoax, and he rather has a choice at times to join in or lock the bastards up.
It's certainly not just an happenstance when you cross paths with someone as often as they do, when one cushions you like drops of rain water sparkling like diamonds on a spider's nest.
Till a mere touch, a cloud memory can makes you moist, till your insides churn to a tender prurience and one cannot restrain themselves any longer.