Ahem... well, gosh darn it, Mr. I., you drive a hard bargain – oops, hee hee, just a Freudian slip of the tongue there – uh, er, I mean, well, gee, you know what I mean... don't you?! I can appreciate where you're coming from on the marriage thing. I mean, my husband looks terrible in gaucho pants, and his eyebrows are so much thinner than mine. He's downright dull, and has no scents of stylin'.

The more I think about your little proposition, the more I like it! I wonder if I can get my friends in the back room of the bra store to work on a little design – of my own creation, of course – that might accommodate the two of us. We could even have it made in ooo la la leopard fabric, and it could be the anchor piece of both our wardrobes.

Unless of course you think you'd look better in your Speedos. Oh, and you can skip the formalities when it comes to my name; just call me Princess Paige.