If we lived together would I wear a dress? Would I send you off to the factory wearing work boots, jeans, a work shirt and a bandana on your head? Would I send you of to work with your lunch while I stayed home and cooked and cleaned and invited the neighbor ladies over for tea, crumpets and cunnilinigus? When you came home would I greet you at the door in a negligée holding a martini? Would you go and sit in your Lay-Z-boy while I removed your work boots, jeans, tighty whities and mouth fucked you until the seat is slick w/ you? Would we watch TV in silence or neck? When we went to bed would we do it in the missionary position, you staring at the ceiling, me grunting and sweating over you. Would we wake in the night and do it again, lazily, on our sides.