I wanna thank the ancestors responsible for passing on those Brazilian, Japanese and Italian genes to your delectable face and body. You’re worth the 150 bucks I spent to buy the September issue of Cosmo magazine.
After drooling over Michael Phelps’ well-defined…swimming technique during the Olympic Games (in which I acted like a wannabe stalker and gazed at his…medals on TV and online) I thought that I had enough of salivating over hard-bodied hombres, at least for a month or so. Boy, I was wrong. One look at your angelic face and that smoldering gaze is all it took to remind me that I’m just a hot-blooded woman and you’re just…hot.
Actually, you’re a bit err…young for my tastes, but hey, I’m willing to forget about the coupla years difference and jump in that tub with you. Why? Um, so I can pull you out of there and um…convince you to play chess with me! Yeah, that’s correct! We’re going to play chess!
Uh…how do you play chess by the way? You don’t know? Aw, that’s too bad, because I have no idea either. Oh yeah, I agree with you, this is not a good idea. Screw chess. Let’s just go back to the tub!
