I’m always on top.
My corporate office above Manhattan.
And, of course, the women in my life.
Actually, I might choose any position.
But make no mistake. I choose. I control.
My life is mine.
Which is why I’m not sure what the hell is going on when I open my front door and there’s a baby stroller sitting in my private hall.
The note on the infant simply says, “Do the DNA. She’s yours.”