The Last Guest
“So, hi! You must be the ‘guest of honor’. Is it a pajama party - or just for you? I guess that makes sense! I heard something about slippers…
"I didn’t know what to wear - I thought maybe something short, in case you were over my lap, you might as well get some kind of enjoyment out of it! Or is that, like, wishful thinking?
"God, listen to me! I don’t mean like, 'Listen to me, you naughty brat!’ I just meant, I’m prattling 'cos I’m nervous, I’ve never been to anything like this before. (laughs) I guess I don’t have to tell you about 'being nervous’, do I? Do those come down, or just off? Or do we have to just wait and see? What about the top, do you know?
"Am I the first one here? The last, seriously? Everybody must be waiting to get started! Sorry to keep you waiting, though I suppose you don’t mind, in a way… I guess we’d better run along then, or I’ll end up over somebody’s knee! Just kidding, no, I’m not really worried.
"Okay, well then… here we go!”