Every once in awhile something magical happens. Something most unexpected. You find two people who really love each other. You have to realize that in my line of work. That is a rare commodity.
Let me tell you about a typical day for me. I wake up and let the dogs out to potty. I sit down with my cup of coffee and have my first American Spirit of the day. I know what you are thinking. Shouldn't a woman my age have stopped smoking long ago. I guess I wasn't raised to be a quitter. Then I check my emails to see what love or otherwise notes have been left for me. It can range from “OMG, Your site is so awesome” to. “Why don't you do fisting?” Sorry fist lovers. I don't do that. It's the law. No really it is.
Oh! The phone is ringing. Better see who that is. It's an automated message. You know the kind that we all love to hate. I mean who was the brain child behind what has to be one of the most irritating concept known to man? They are trying to collect a debt that one of my brother owes. Good luck with that. I should have never never let him use my number. In strolls J. He's just gotten back from the gym. He swears that he doesn't date girls from the there but he sure does have a lot of female friends. I wonder how many of them know that he does porn?
So have they called yet? He asks. Not yet. I reply. Speak of the devil. The phones ringing. Holly and Dirk are on their way. Ah the controlled panic sets in. Darn the blanket is still in the washer. J is checking batteries to make sure that we don't run out of juice at a pivotal moment. Got tapes and condoms. Wait, they probably won't need condoms. They have been a couple for a few years now.
