"Girl, you lookin' fine. Why don't you come over here, and give daddy a lil' sugar?"
"Check it. I've got a spiky polar-bear-skin rug for us to lounge on, and some suh-weet champagne glasses the size of water coolers. I even put on my navy blue tighty-whities, 'cuz I know how much you dig those.
"What's that, kitten? You like the light blue ones better? No problem."
[patting rug] "This cracked concrete floor is hard, baby, but not as hard as...er...my...devotion to you? Yeah. Yeah, that's it. Hey, kids! What are you doing in here? Amscray, will ya?"
"That's better. Now, where were we? Ah, yes, talking about how lucky you are - or at least how lucky you're gonna be. [waggling eyebrows] Aww yeaaah. This sea I'm lying in is the ocean of my love, and it's all for you, girl, it's all for you. [wink wink]
"What's a matter, doll? Still not convinced? How 'bout if I do some leg lifts?"
"My sticker may say 'yellow', pudd'n, but this here treat is pure chocolate, if you know what I'm sayin'."
I don't know about you, Aimee T., Lisa C., J.B., and Becky B., but I am definitely in the mood - for cake.