anonymous liaisons, hip-swaying R&B dance moves and gluttonous imbibing, yours truly needs to recharge my battery by drawing a lavender-scented bubble bath, putting on some David Sanborn and letting the Calgon take me away.
Tonight is going to be just such a night at the DelVecchio sublet.
So if you had plans to unabashedly offer your ample flesh up to him for a night of tender, resplendent lovemaking, you must look elsewhere this evening.
But there's a better than even chance that tomorrow will be perfect.
Lost in another world,
(thanks to awful library books)