Thursday, January 21, 2010
Bill Murray, is that you??
I have a client who won't talk to me. He sends me presents but refuses to call me over the phone. He lives in New York, but cannot come to see me in person. He also cannot walk into Victoria's Secret to buy a pair of panties, and take a picture of his ass in them. He's too nervous, he says. Which is totally valid, and means absolutely nothing, except perhaps he is a bit of a novice, and possibly a bit paranoid.
I like to fantasize that it's Bill Murray, who is afraid that I would recognize his voice immediately if he ever were to call. So he just has to keep sending me gifts and stifled emails in order to assuage his frustrated attentions.
Right?? Could be. No?
Well, just in case it IS you, I can promise confidentiality, Girl Scouts honor. We can even have a role play where I am possessed by Zuul, and seduce Venkman into succumbing to my demonic power! Then we can both laugh, and eat candybars together in a pool- whoops! Mine dropped, ha ha! See the fun we will have together?
I just had to put that out there. Just in case.
Posted by Mistress Veronica NYC at 6:27 PM