Oh... er.. no- no those weren't MY dirty stories being sneaked away in
the laundry to be sold on the outside. Of course not. Ain't no way.
Why, I can't even conceive what could possibly be contained within such
stories, much less possess the capability to produce them. I am a lamb,
an innocent one fit for sacrifice! I cannot stand accused! My legs are
new, forgive me! I would never dream of unleashing such sweaty,
pulsating filth upon the impressionable general public! Clear my maiden
name, let me retreat to a cave somewhere with a cold rock for me to
shiver upon in my virgin white frock. Much love!