I told him your loins were clearly burning, and he should man up and make a move.””You did not!””I did. And if he doesn’t, then I suggest you jump his bones.”…I finally register what he’s wearing. It’s a handsome skinny black suit with a shiny sheen. The pants are too short – on purpose, of course – exposing his usual pointy shoes and a pair of blue socks that match my dress exactly.And I totally want to jump him.



