You ever have one of those days where you slip into something soft… something pink… something that hugs every curve just right… and suddenly you can’t focus on anything except how good you feel? Yeah. That’s me today. Long red hair falling over my shoulders, green eyes catching the light, legs crossed slow in my white pantyhose as I sit on my bed… just letting my mind wander. I shouldn’t even be sharing this much, but you know me — Cleo always lets a little truth slip when she’s in a mood. And baby… I’m in that mood. If you want to hear the rest — the tone of my voice, the way I breathe when I’m thinking about you, the way I smile when you say my name — you already know what to do. Call me. I’m right here… waiting. — Cleo