I had told you to meet me in your office. I made sure I was going to be ready by the time you got home. I quickly got out of the shower stepping into ...our bedroom and putting my little outfit on and making sure everything was perfect. I even put my hair in pigtails and also put on one of my favorite bras that I had. I had bought it a few weeks ago, it was white lace and pushed my breasts up but showed my nipples just like I knew you would like it. I put on my heels and walked into your office. ‘Oh you poor dear!’ she said and suddenly, without thinking, I did the unthinkable: I bent down to Ms. Cattrall and grasped her gently by her hair (a real no-no when you’re on the set), and kissed her lightly on her perfectly painted lips. Ahh, the joy! Me! I was kissing Kim Cattrall — my Goddess — in her trailer! Imagine my surprise when she rose from her chair, grasped me by the waist and pulled me into her, returning the kiss with all the passion and fury of a woman starved for love and the. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to take it out on you.” She sighed.“I understand. Want me to leave you alone for a bit?”“No. I really just want to forget about it.”“Guess I could try to think of another good story.”A half-hearted smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, but faded just as rapidly when her phone alerted her to another message. Again, she briefly considered ignoring it, but picked her phone up, hoping the message was from someone else. No such luck. It was from Keith.He’d obviously caught. How gay was Michael? Training bra gay. Gay as Mina’s nighties, which he longed to wear to bed. Gay as David Miller’s exquisitely perfect penis and testicles. (Okay, not really a ‘Gay as’ descriptor, but hey.) He was the gayest boy in Martin Luther King High School. Yet, Michael had never been with a boy, and had no desire to do so. (Except possibly, David Miller.)“I’d get gang-banged if anyone saw me in these,” he muttered. Twisting again, he admired his imitation-Mina backside. (She’d kill him.