You must forgive me the lack of logic in this story, because this is just a dream I had. I usually dream with vivid detail but I rarely dream about what I would really like to. Today was an exception. This was also the first time I've ever dreamed about Archie Goodwin and Nero Wolfe.
At first the dream was very vague. I remember it was from Archie's perspective and I remember that he wanted to put his name in the news because he will not be under Wolfe forever. He wanted his own case solved. So he decided to steal it from his boss. I was woken up at that point by my husband leaving for work. I fell right back asleep.
When I was thrown back to the dream I saw the scene from third person perspective. Archie and the client we're in the basement of the brownstone, Nero Wolfe was standing on the steps. Archie was desperately trying to hide the client in a cardboard box. Wolfe was looking very angry and yelled: "Archie! In my office! Now!"
The poor assistent caught in the act went like a sheep to slaughter. I went with them of course. I wanted to see. When we all arrived at the office, Wolfe stopped at his desk and started looking around with his right hand opening and closing, apparently searching for an implement to use. There was nothing much around appropriate.
There was an unfinished book on the table, but Wolfe would never desecrate a book in that matter and we all knew it. There was also an orchid in a vase but to use an orchid to spank somebody with is a silly idea. So silly in fact it made Archie let out a short scoff or giggle. The frown on the big detective's face deepened and he grabbed his assistant by his coat.
"Sir I'm sorry," he tried, but like unheard, he was pressed against the table and bent over it, which also pulled up the coat, exposing his dress pants. Wolfe was not holding back. He was spanking his libertine underling fast and hard across his butt.
I was watching the detectives with a growing grin on my face. Do you know the saying 'to be a fly on the wall'? That's what I was here. Neither of them had absolutely no knowledge of me being here.
The genius was definitely not slowing down, still pinning Archie down, who was holding the edges of the desk like for his dear life, squirming and gasping for air. I knew the poor guy was about to get vocal. But then…
My friend lift her head off of the magazine that she was reading.
"Wow," I exclaimed, "I can't believe that they actually wrote that!"
"I know right?" my friend said.
"Can I have the magazine?" I said, "I want it to read it." Of course I wanted to read it. I just saw it! I want the read it too! And I also wanted to know which book this was from.
She closed the magazine and pasted it to me. I was a little upset that she closed it. Now I'm going to have to look through it to find the article. Of course I couldn't find it. But the magazine was very interesting. From what I saw this was magazine just for me. There were pictures of the actors that I just adored. I don't remember much, but for example, there was a picture of Tom Hiddleston and Timothy Hutton together shaking hands or some nice photos of Magnus Scheving and Stefan Karl Stefansson.
The actor of Archie Goodwin was blonde and sexier than ever (not that blonde = sexy). You know how you google an actor after you love him in a role and you see he looks different but so much more sexy in real life.
I did not find the article that my friend was reading but one thing was certain. I am subscribing to that magazine.