I am Ernie from the US state of Maine,This is Sasha and her s****r Ashtyn. He said he was Ray from Arkansas USA. Ashtyn leaned forward, her breast alm...st falling from her blouse. What are you doing here in Sweden, Ray? I am an architect,much interested in the variety of influences I have seen in Malmoe. Sasha spoke in her seductive voice, Are you only interested in architecture? Ray Gulped and replied, the ladies of Malmoe are even more beautiful than the structures. I like you Ray, after we. I hated to be called ‘adorable’ and ‘cute’ and all those. And he knew it.“If I catch you up there, I’ll bite you,” I hissed up to him.“Ok, now you are being silly, I’m not having a play-fight with you on a tree ten feet off the ground.” We were much higher than that, but I didn’t want to correct him. “I’m coming down to you.”When he reached me we both stood on one of the main limbs. He was holding onto a smaller branch, high above us, which I had no chance of reaching and I held onto an even. We'll never make it, by the time we eat."I scrambled into my housecoat, having the usual struggle with thebackwards buttons and rushed to the kitchen. I was well into lightingthe stove and starting the kettle to boil when John called from hiscouch again. "Don't you think you should protect your gown with anapron?" I said nothing in response, but did take the apron from thecupboard and tie it in place.It was not until I had started to fry the bacon and was ready to dropthe eggs in the pan, that. I was a cowboy with as much regalia as I could garner that made me look like Marshall Dillon. I thought that appropriate since my house was in the town of Dillon. Marcia dressed up as Miss Kitty in a sexy 1880s saloon or dance hall outfit that blended nicely with mine. Ashley and Christy each dressed up like Tinkerbelle, drawing parallels to the costumes they’d used the prior year when they were pixies. They looked innocent enough that they could pull off the look, although to me they looked.