He wanted to get up and take a dip in the spring, but he’d have to wake Isabelle to do it. Perhaps she was a heavy sleeper, only one way to find out.....He shrugged his shoulder and let her head slide down onto the silken sheets, moving her arm from his chest, going as slow as he could manage so as not to wake her. Once his upper body was free, he sat up, Isabelle stirring and murmuring as he pushed his hands beneath her fat tail.The blue scales weren’t quite as rough as they looked. They felt. A hole in the ground for mining and solar collection. It had to have all food, air and water brought in but the mineral exports had made the inhabitants rich. There were a few unusual laws. For starters it was a dry planet. No alcohol, caffeine, or any other narcotic was permitted. Neither were weapons, or melodrama fictions of any kind. Every one had to visit the gardens at least once a week and read, see or listen to something humours. Although no longer a problem, about a hundred years ago. I wanted to invite him to my place or to invite myself to his but I couldn't quite work up the nerve, so we continued walking. We squeezed closer together and I could feel the tension as we both looked for a way to move this further along, while enjoying it immensely right where it was at. He was holding my hand, and petting my forearm with his other hand. We were about as close as we could get while continuing to move down the street. I spotted a bench in front of an old church. "Let's have a. I have a pretty highlibido my self and so you know I always tried to keep 3 regular loversand have another two I was trying out at the time. I find that after awhile they lose their energy, appeal or enthusiasm and a new lover isalways a welcome adventure."(Authors note: My late wife, Madam Rebecca said this exact same thingto women she counseled on cuckolding and she practiced it religiously,she always kept a minimum of three regular lovers while experimentingwith others)."Really, that many?".