I'm not crazy, I swear I'm not.
One minute I'm fantasizing about screwing my boss while his wife is asleep in the next room, and the next thing I know, I'm sitting in an interrogation room, being asked a million questions.
The way he talks to me says a lot.
The way he undresses me with his eyes says even more.
It's not my fault she can't satisfy her man.
But I can….
