Fancy Fingernails

I'm being quiet...sitting here in my big, manly, comfortable, black leather poppa chair in my living room. I'm being quiet, because I just heard a little click from across the room, where my Lady Wonder Wench is sitting on the couch doing her needlepoint. I'm pretty sure her fingernails made that click.
I like the fact that her fingernails are long enough to make a click like that for several reasons. One's obvious. Even to the pimple people. It has to do with the terrible need for a slow, thorough scratching a Louie-Louie Generation guy's back develops over time. I don't know if Pimple People guys have the same problem. But I have a deep, heavy duty, emergency level, need for long, luxurious, ladylike, fingernails slipping up my spine...starting all the way down at the bottom...slowly skittering up between my shoulders... sneaking into the hair on the back of my neck...and s c r a t c h I n g my head...all the way around to my forehead. Oh it feels good... just talking about it.