Her name is unpronounceable, but we’ll call her Goldie for the sake of this tale. Goldie was a hip chick, with a stripper’s body and a rock star’s attitude. She was also very unhappy. “You know, Harold, we can get a little kinky once in a while. Maybe some whipped cream? Or maybe you could smack me on the behind. What do you say?” Harold Humdrumm looked up from his place at her feet where he was painting her toenails. “Swat your behind, dearest? What for?” Goldie sighed. “Pretend I’ve been naughty. Pretend I’m a spoiled brat. Let’s just get past the girl-on-top position, Harold.” It was Harold’s turn to sigh. “I don’t know, honey-bun. It seems awfully…well, risqué. How about you let me go down on you. You liked that when I did it that one time.” She pointed. “You missed a toe, Harold.” “Ah! So I did.” He bent to his task with more concentration. It’s always the same. Tommy, Dicky, and Harry…all the same. Where’s the excitement? Where’s the adventure?
