"I'm such a good writers," Kelly was heard to brag, "I could review that product with both hands tied behind my back."
Done!
But one I saw the usually hyperactive brunette with her bronzeberry-nailed hands dangling helplessly from the tail end of her leather collar, I got other ideas.
"Are you ticklish, Kelly?" I queried.
Her lips pursed as she squirmed enticingly. She tried tugging her wrists free, inadvertently pulling her neck back. Her shirt came up, exposing a delicious, virgin navel.
"You want that pierced?" I asked. "I have just the tool...."
With a panicked cry, Kelly ran out of the room, her incorrigible hips tick-tocking down the hall like a manic slinky.
She never did write that dams review.