NAME: Paul Sculfor

AGE: 30

HEIGHT: 6’

WEIGHT: Dunno (If he weighs more than 195 lbs. I’ll eat dirt!)

WHY SUSHI SHOULD BE EATEN OFF HIM? So I may die a happy and fulfilled woman.

FROM WHAT PART OF HIS BODY SHOULD YOU EAT THE SUSHI? Lips, chest, belly, thighs…does it really damn matter?

WHERE SHOULD YOU BE WHEN YOU EAT THE SUSHI OFF HIM? Luxury suite at the Waldorf-Astoria (He’s paying of course)

WHEN SHOULD YOU EAT SUSHI OFF HIM? Right after room service delivers it

HOW SHOULD YOU EAT SUSHI OFF HIM? Feverishly, savoring every luscious bite

PROPENSITY FOR VIOLENCE: Medium. Those heavy lidded, Slavic looking blue eyes are at once alluring and dangerous. He looks like the jealous type. That’s so freakin’ hot!

STALKER QUOTIENT: 2.12 (increases exponentially if he thinks you might be “toying” with another “boy”)

SHOULD/COULD/WOULD YOU QUIT YOUR JOB FOR HIM? Don’t quit your job but do, by all means, take an extended leave of absence. Once you’ve squeezed every last drop of hotness from his hard body you may return to your normal, boring, meaningless life.

IS HE WORTH BEING PHOTOGRAPHED GIVING KARL ROVE A TONGUE BATH WHILE BEING ANALLY PROBED BY RICK SANTORUM? Hell NO! I’d rather be video taped having a threesome with Fred Durst and Alan Greenspan!

IF HE WANTED TO USE YOUR PLACE AS A SAFEHOUSE WHILE AVOIDING CAPTURE AND CERTAIN PROSECUTION BY THE FEDS FOR BITCH SLAPPING ALL THE CURRENT UNITED STATES SUPREME COURT JUSTICES, WOULD YOU LET HIM STAY, TELL HIM TO GET THE HELL ON, OR TURN HIM IN? Oh he would be so locked in my bedroom and chained to my bed post! Should I keep him naked or should I have him wear a pair of tiny white Calvin Klein undies? Naked for sure with a Swarovski crystal studded dog collar around his neck! I can see it all now…sweet, naked Paul sleeping on a pallet at the foot of my bed, curled up in the fetal position…sucking his thumb. I gently stroke his ebony locks while I stare down at his beauty. What is he dreaming about? Why pleasuring me in ever new and exciting ways of course! I reach down with my index finger to slowly trace a line from his strong chin, down his chest and across his lean thighs. He stirs a bit, stretches like a lazy cheetah in the sun then looks up into my eyes and smiles. He takes my hand, kisses my palm and leads my hand down to his arousal where he…

WOULD YOU HELP HIM FENCE STOLEN ART? Sorry but he’s way to busy for that! I have toilets that need scrubbing, hard wood floors that need waxing and dishes to be washed. Get your own sex slave and stop trying to corrupt mine!

And speaking of sex slaves… – GD