T is alive though sporting love marks on her neck. Have an extra cup of sugar in the apartment now. Must make cookies or some such. Ass is finally back to it's old self and showing off. Must have done as it received a whistle between car park and office last night. Really. Who whistles anymore? My ass should have at least received a whoop and lurid sex call. Will instruct whistler today if he is still around.
Note to self: "Wear tight black slacks today and no stylish jacket. Must show off ass-ets."