Review: Yeah, My Pants ARE On Fire--Thanks for Asking
Rating: 5 out of 5
Date: 12 14, 2011
I think everyone should wish for multiple no-strings-attached booty calls with their experienced, extremely smokin' hot (no pun intended) firemen next-door neighbors because do we not pay taxes for services?  Whatever.  No taxation without representation or at least a high hard one, I always say.Ennyway, mousey accountant Abby thinks it's a great idea to get sloshed and proposition Lukas, aforementioned fireman, and he sends her home to think about her offer when she's sober.The next day--because she is an accountant, man, so she is SMART--she's totally into exploring her sexuality and sends him a shopping list of what she wants to learn about.  And if only high school had this kinda learnin', I think we could cut the drop-out rate by 1000 percent.Holy hose me down, Batman!  This was a spectacular erotic romance, except for the fact that there is some spanking in it, but I just put my fingers in my ears and sang "la-la-la" until I got past those parts.  Abby wants to be dominated, and Lukas does a whole lot of bossing her around, but not by saying, "Please jump out of the window of that burning building, NOW, ma'am."The next time my house is on fire, I am going have a copy of Abby's list available to give to the dude who is ready to rescue my fat a**.  Seriously--get on this one.