Do you ever find yourself lost in a fantasy about the two of us, arm in arm, a mint julip in one hand, a?

corsage on my wrist, a waltzing tune coming from the wind-up record player, the stars casting a glow on our alabaster skin, our horse and buggy tied to a light post as we toast our life on the plantation, the two of us falling psionately into a tailspin of desire, knowing that there is a new invention called the cotton gin, that would change our lives forever, the two of us adorned in out Shakey's Pizza uniforms....Well, do you?