°-Ray-°

You’re sitting in the living room of your 23,648 yard mansion. The maids cleaning, whatever. You’re reading a VERY good romance book. When you hear the door open, but you don’t bother to look up. The sound of coat being taken off and hung, shoes being taken off, and a gun being placed on the counter in the kitchen. A few minutes later, you feel cold, veiny hands wrap around you! You’re startled at first, and turn around, it’s just Ray! Phew..