I was having a really intense time with Parker, constantly taking my clothes off. I didn’t have an issue with this because his family was going through some heavy counselling. So it felt like being naked in his office was helpful for reducing his stress.
“Tanya,” he said, “don’t expect deep messages or metaphors from me. It is what it is. It’s a ride.”
I was okay with that. I got to sort of pop in and pop out and that was great and very relaxing. I thought, Probably the best mindset is to think of this as a project; just whittle away at it and see where it goes.
So every day I’d deliver muffins to the pretty little secretaries and then visit Parker in his office. And every day he’d pull out his spring-loaded measuring thing and we’d measure away for twenty minutes or so.
But then he was like, “This is terrible, this is horrible.” He was really choked, right? And all I’d done for something new was put my sword on his desk.
The secretaries frickin’ loved it. They were like little brown birds that had been shoved from the feeder and this touched me deeper than skin.
The sword’s a ceremonial one from the U.S. Naval Academy. It’s delicate, meant to impress, and is usually worn with a dress uniform. But I’m not trying to make people think or feel. I just like the way the sword goes so good with my tits. 