Imagine you're across from me. A subdued, intimate light. You're looking at me with a predator's gaze, like Mickey Rourke in "9 1/2 Weeks." I curl my lock of hair and unknowingly bite my lower lip... You know what that means. Of course you do. You don't lose sight of any of my eloquent body gestures. Of course I'm thinking of you. And those thoughts are very sweet. When we finally get out of here to enjoy each other in private!😈