Sweat streamed down his pale, pasty skin. I dropped my coffee onto the floor, the mug shattered into fragments. In my head a faint voice whispered, "Bad Boy....Bad Boy Biffy" and I felt my asscheeks clench. "You dropped something, hun." "Let me pick up the shards and bounce them seductively on my strong biceps...." My mouth opened widely, but no noise escaped from it.