Sexy dream

I don’t tend to have sexy dreams, but last night I hit the jackpot. I was walking down a street in Beverly Hills and passed my dentist’s office. “Oh,” I thought to myself. “I’m due for a cleaning.” So I took the elevator up. The office assistant recognized me. “Dr. R is at lunch,” he said. “That’s okay,” I said. “I just want to make a time to have my teeth cleaned with C.”

Now, C is the sexy dental technician who cleans my teeth. She’s really good, and I just lie there trying to relax all my muscles.

He turned his appointment book toward me. “There’s Wednesday at 2. And then – she likes you, so there’s this.” He touched his pen to Friday at 6, and then turned the page and drew a line down through Saturday morning.