If it were only our busy fingers playing with Katrina Spanks' toes. If it were only our dick in Katrina Spanks' mouth instead of some lousy life-shortening cancer stick. In all of this we sense that Katrina's a big tease, and if that's the way she wants to play the game, so be it, we'll go along for the ride. Oh, God, those feet, those marvelous feet, begging us to suck. That full and manly cigar begging us to puff. Tony Soprano should be so macho though not in a manner to suggest that we play with his ass the way we want to pat down Katrina. Put a cigar in a chick's mouth, and there become so many contradictions to deal with. Do you touch her toes or fit her with a bowling shoe?