As I greet both Skip and Glyndwr with kisses on the cheek, I plop my keys into the bowl and stuff a condom into my bra as I settle down on the sofa.

Dressed in my Felicity Shagwell costume (velvet hotpants, thigh-high boots, etc.), I see I'm the only gal here so far and grin wickedly. If nobody else shows up for awhile, I will glady get to sandwich myself between my sexy host and Glyndwr... Good thing that I brought my secret agent handcuffs along, too.

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Though dreams can be deceiving, like faces are to hearts; they serve for sweet relieving when fantasy and reality lie too far apart.-Fiona Apple