Was strolling down the beach the other day when out of the blues I was descended upon by a bunch of paparazziis who had apparently mistaken me for Brad Pitt. I politely told them to buzz off but not before one of them ( a blue eyed thing of beauty with legs a mile high and wild blond hair that went down her neck like a waterfall) asked me if I would say yes to consensual sex. Well, she is here now. Getting naked in the next room as she slips into something "more comfortable." I have misgivings about this one. Should I run or should I let her land on my runway of love?