The title of this thread refers to a particulary unpleasant incident at the Venetian last January. Bree Olson and I were holding our AVN Awards for Best Looking Couple or something while waiting for the elevator. Crowds were clamboring to get on the next one. Bree had taken off her high heels and was padding around on her bare feet. I was admiring her pedicured toes. Enter 6'10" Christian to ruin the festivities. Just as Bree whispers her plans for me once we get to her suite, Christian ramrods his way on to the elevator, backing in like an 18-wheeler into a bunch of munchkins. For a moment, his clothed buttocks were pressed against my lips. Like those buttocks, however, I remained firm. I did not pucker. I did not waiver. I stood cheek to cheek with him and 18 other witnesses until exiting the 23rd floor with Bree.

The rest....well, let's just say Bree and I are a lock for a POV scene this year. Ferrara's fuming.