When she said the kiss I gave her the other night "felt so good" (it having been so long since Signore), I told her I agreed -- in fact agreed so much that if she happened to find herself nekkid in my bed, above, below, or alongside of me, ol' Smiley's Person would show her just how good he thought it was.
But, no, she couldn't live with "just being one of [my] lovers."
Ya gotta dig that. In the space of about 2 weeks I go from being Mr. Cellophane, Undesirability Personified, to the King O' Swing. Poor Hef -- on his way to divorce court, and the wee man's got nothing on Smiley's Person Himself.
