So when Mr. Douglas P. MacClellan calls for another Monday soiree, I announce a new protocol.
I want you naked when I arrive, Dougie... no shoes... no socks... no underwear. Put everything in that file drawer. And greet me nice and hard. I like you that way, p***s standing like a totem pole.
Stern? Just a little too aggressive? One never knows how far to push unless one tries. And besides, it is a totem pole indeed, and knowing that it will be standing in deference to me is comforting.
Rather than 5:00 p.m., I make it 5:15 so Miss Prim and Proper will not be an impediment to stripping. The reflective pause in declaring the delayed time of meeting suggests that once again Mr. Douglas P. MacClellan is eager to see me. Youd think the extra fifteen minutes was an eternity.
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