Your mind is too busy, your soul too withdrawn to easily submit to that utter vulnerability. No matter how much I feel you are mine, how the way you t...ste, the way your scent has changed to something more heady, heavier and potent, one sound, one movement can pull you out of the web of pleasure I weave. Your head turns away, (to the window where the sound of a car reminds you of the world outside?) and I have to recapture lost ground. My lips play along your ribcage in bites and licks, a. My garden has been my joy, my escape and my tranquility. It has been the answer: whether I was stressed, needed to seek solutions, or ground myself, or just yearned for beauty to appreciate. Relationships have been challenging for me, but I've always had my garden, and it never let me down.This year, I chose to use a different technique to propagate some bushes, as I haven't had much luck with this variety by rooting cuttings. I decided to air layer some branches, so I could get roots growing. " mumbled Craig, feeling quite embarrassed and beginning to blush."Ah, here they come," said Caroline, as she looked over Craig's shoulder. Craig turned his head to see a mature, petite brunette woman in a lab coat walking into the room from a side door, smiling happily at Craig. She was followed by 6 or 8 well dressed women in their 50's and 60's. Craig noticed that the three women he had seen in the lobby were not among this crowd.Caroline said, "Why Craig, how nice, Nurse Wanda has a few of. Mandy says "here let me give you a quick clean" she grabs her tools and again, begins thoroughly cleaning Gwen's mouth of all her dirty enema leavings. This takes only about 10 minutes this time and I am like what in the fuck is wrong with this chick. Mandy comes over to a couple of feet away from my headrest and pulls her buttcheeks apart and asks me "ok. Is my butthole still gross and poopy?" I dont want to lie to this psychopath so I say "there is still a lot around the middle" mandy giggles.