Every night I dream about you. It’s not that easy, you making me do all sorts of perverted things: whether it’s to straighten the carpet tassels, or clean the dust on the books using the pink duster, or bring you some wine to the table (perched on high heels). Either I’m bent over, or sprawled across the desk looking for some document that you SEEMINGLY can’t reach. Oh, the uniform. Well, the …
