Denver and Cherry sat on the couch staring at the TV soap opera program. Cherry didn't know much about these things but Denver did that he’d heard “You’re a Mean One, Mr. Denver” playing on the TV that evening, Denver who had a wonderful, but an awful idea. Cherry looked so delectable in her little slip of silk negligee, he ordered her to stay in it all day long because he like it. Now, much in the evening, she still wore it…but not entirely without complaint.
“Don't you feel cold,” Cherry reminded him unnecessarily? Of course, it was winter. A foot of snow had piled up outside the windows of his Donnie estate, trapping them happily inside. “I should be in flannel.”
Denver rolled his eyes at his little spitfire of a lover.
“You wouldn’t wear flannel if I bribed you with a million dollar
