Part 2 continues. This time, Valentina Nappi wears little more than her black crucifix. Sometimes I wonder which came first: religion or the shaming of sexuality.
Even when I was a kid, I thought the whole system smelled a little fishy. But without my mother’s religion, there might not be a Zishy.
Here is the first part of my afternoon with Valentina Nappi. I could not get her to enjoy a Bacon Insider, but that is probably for the best. She did have a good time running around in the parking lot.
A guy in his super-car saw us taking pics and offered his speedy toy as a backdrop. In the second part, we return to Valentina’s bedroom for some privacy.