FANTASY FOR FREE

Sometimes when I look at RS, I feel like he and I are the subjects of a glossy magazine ad. You know the ones, flawlessly lit and so surreal. The ones that reach out from the magazine and grab you firmly by the shirt collar and pull you close and whisper loudly “Look here. Your life could be so perfect. This could be you in your bed and your designer sheets and your dog and your coffee and your Sunday paper and your sexy lounging spouse. All you need to make this fantasy complete are a set of penthouse suite deluxe bath towels!”

Only, in real life we don't have the bath towels. Or the designer sheets or the dog or even the paper. We do have a bed, though. And the light is perfect. And RS is soooooo saucy.