"How do I know what a peignoir is, and what chiffon is? I mean, it IScommon knowledge, but...ugh. I didn't used to know. Where did I learnthis?"I slid...my legs out from under the sheets and around the side and droppedonto the floor, slipping my flip flops on. Wait."Why are my legs hairless? I seem shorter, my feet should have touchedthe ground before. And why am I wearing this peignoir?"I was getting pretty frustrated. I was confused, and as the secondspassed, I slowly became aware of more and. .. been doing it? Have you been making a love?”Megan blushed even more.“How did you ... does it show?” Megan spluttered.“I can see the glow on your face,” Maria replied. “Wait a minute...”She stuck her head out the door at the rear of the restaurant.“Uncle Joe! Uncle Joe! Come down here,” she called out.I heard her talking in rapid Italian to someone; I assumed it was Uncle Joe. When she had finished talking to him, she ushered us to a table, getting us to sit down.“This is a special night for. Brishti’s face was very closed to me, I looked at her eyes and she was staring at me and our eyes contacted. We contacted our eyes for a long minutes and I noticed that her nose-tip was sweated. Drops of sweat are gathered there and it looked very nice. I desired to lick the sweaty nose but I controlled myself and fixed the screw. I tasted the machine and it was okay. Brishti was sitting there and watching my work. After setting up the machine I told her to taste and the machine was working. "Thank you for the most amazing day of my life."Sleep sweet, Monique," you respond. "I'll see you in my dreams."Our lips meet in a tender kiss and we drift off the sleep.I awaken to the sound of the K cup machine brewing a fresh cup of coffee. I reach for you only to find your side of the bed empty. "Jenny?" I call, tentatively."Good morning, Monique. Did you sleep well?" I hear you call through the bathroom door."I don't know, I was asleep," I reply lamely. You emerge from the bathroom and I.