I am taking off my dark black dress socks and folding them nicely because I have to dry clean them and I think I can get another day out of them before they start to smell pretty bad.
I remove my Armani Tweed jacket that is resting listfully against my bulging chest and place a protective plastic cover over it assuring that it doesn't get dusty in my closet.
I notice you're tired from a long day of being a millionares wife, and pay the pool boy, cabana boy, TV repair man, and pizza guy with 2 dollar bills before opening my wall stree journal to get myself into the mood.
Reading about the glory of the market I begin to massage my thigh. I notice you staring at my thigh wondering what could be hidden underneith the pinstripe fabric which I purchased on our last trip to Hong Kong. I have another sip of cognac and fall asleep.
THE END!!!!