table. I’ve been a bundle of nerves ever since last night when I finally got Law to agree to the whole sex plan, which has resulted in some fairly ludicrous thoughts forming in my brain: I’ll trip over my feet and fall face first into Law’s lap, injuring his dick—among other things—after which we’ll be forced to spend an awkward night in the ER, and then Law will never want to see me again, because penis injuries are no joke.
