I felt like just staying in bed with my two lovelies, but the call of nature was too strong and if I didn’t get up we were going to have a wet bed. ...hat unpleasant thought forced me to move. I untangled myself from the twins and made my way to the outhouse. Damn! It was cold out here this morning! As I shivered in the early morning chill, I wondered, ‘if this was only July, what would it be like come winter?’ This was one thing I’d have to do something about, because I did not relish the idea. Except a shower. It's Sunday, you know, and even God rested on Sunday!" Hmmm!" I mused, "If you're thinking of the same kind of 'rest' I'm thinking about, we'd better at least fortify ourselves with breakfast!" Ah!" she said, raising an index finger into the air above my chest, "I know just the place! Come on, lazybones, let's get cleaned up!"With that she practically vaulted out of bed, hauling my grumbling, groaning body out by the hand. She made up for it in the shower with a passionate. Tu es une bonne têteuse toi ? - Je me fais surtout sodomiser.- Encore mieux ça ! se marre le chauve. Et là c’est ce que t’es venu chercher ?- Oui.- En plan direct ?- C’est-à-dire ?- Simple : tu nous suis dans les chiottes maintenant…- Sinon, ajoute le barbu, on te ramène chez nous. Ce sera mieux fait et plus long vu que quand on joue à la maison, on prend notre temps. Mais voilà, faut que tu ais le temps.- J’ai le temps.Nous finissons nos verres rapidement et nous sortons. Durant le trajet, ils. Cherry blossom everywhere. Sera fiddled with the stereo and was surprised when it began blasting Lordi into the room. Thomas could help but smile as Sera turned to him wearing an odd look and he waved at the CD racks."Impressive," murmured the Latino as he flicked through the mass of rock and metal that was stacked there. His chocolate eyes wandered over the decorated wall of posters and clips to read a poem written in Thomas's spiky script. Thomas, sitting in the chair by his desk, wheeled.