Yesterday, DEH and I were extras on a photo shoot, and in between takes, we had a lot of time to speculate about what we should do with our lives. Given that it’s pretty clear I’m not going to make serious money doing ordinary things, like writing articles, I mused for a while about erotica novels I could potentially write.
“I would be good at it,” I said to DEH. “I could be like, ‘And then, as he lay there moaning, she kissed every single hair on his torso before making her way down to his throbbing member, which she then thrust inside her.’”
“You could call it ‘Seventeen Hairs,’” DEH suggested.
“You’re shadowing Stacy!” the photographer yelled at me.
“Your moustache is off-putting,” said a crew member to DEH.
In the end, they chose to keep the two of us the longest, because in the shot, everyone was supposed to look like they were having the time of their lives.
