the man with the guinea pig chest

"I need your chest," said Melanie, as if this requires no elaboration.
"My chest?"
"I'm making a new scent for men," she explained, "and I need to put it on your chest to see how it reacts."
"Uh, 'reacts'? My skin isn't going to peel off, is it?"
"No. I need to see how the scent reacts with your body chemistry over time," she said, then added "You are full of pherimones."
"Can we do it a bit later?"
"Ok."

So I'm laying on the couch. She approaches with a bottle.

"Lift up your shirt."
I comply. She works a generous amount of oil into my pecs. My eyes almost water from the lemongrass.
"I'll have to use less lemongrass next time, I think", she notes insightfully.
"I could rub my chest on any furniture you want polished", I helpfully offer. I really do smell like a can of Pledge.
She gets this slightly far away look, and then a grin creeps over her face. I can tell, she's picturing this in her head. I quickly retract the statement.

Later on, she comes towards me again.

"I need to sniff your chest", she says, pulling up my shirt and schnorfling around.
"And to think some women just collect porcelain figurines", I say. Lorelei giggles.

Framed Prints

I just got my order back from the frame shop. :)

I now have a framed 16x20 print of this:


And a framed 15x20 print of this:


I also framed an 8x10 of this one:
http://www.misterx.com/nobrowse/20040718glue/bluefleur3_165_6528.jpg
myself the other night.

With enough framed pieces, I can do a showing.