Its been boiling in that coffee pot for an hour, Penelope replies.
I look to see that practicality has indeed caused a small Plexiglas pot to be converted to a makeshift autoclave. Steam wafts. Water bubbles. The thin gold implement rests sterilized in the bottom of the pot.
Excellent.
Marie will help with the ice, Julie. Penny and I are into our second glass of wine.
Oh, that is an exquisite thought. Mr. Douglas P. MacClellan, libertine extraordinaire, can gaze at the gorgeous young Marie while I pierce that hyperactive pecker. Such comeuppance.
Shes been icing Harold over the past week or two.
Good, I think to myself. Nothing like experience in handling the priapic male.
Lie down.
My command is pleasant but firm... having learned from dealing with unruly children that
