Now add to that the fact that she's always wearing an ankle length skirt. To talk with her, you learn the thought processes have slowed a bit with age... but she's a "wrinkler" that is fit physically.I noticed that every time she walks the neighborhood, it aligns with when my wife is either napping or not at home. I took advantage of this timing to stand in front of my large picture window naked, stroke it till it was engorged, just in time for her to walk by. She always takes a good, long look. " Say that to me again in half an hour." Make it an hour." Sure, thing, baby." God, no, no, no no no Stop! Stop!" Naawwww?" I was kidding! Really! Please don't!" Not a chance, baby." Aaarrrggh! I mean it! Don't! I'll leave you!" No, you won't." Yes! Yes I will! Stooppppp!!!" If you really mean that, why aren't you struggling?" BECAUSE YOU TIED ME UP! LET ME GO! AAHH!" No." NO! NO! NO! NO! AAARRGGG! I HATE YOU! MMBLPHPHMMM!" No you don't." YES I DO! Now let me GO!" Yes, no, yes, no. Gawd, you're. Our bed was near the window, its canopy danced in the breeze as well. As we fell into the bed, amid a rush of exploring hands and tender kisses, I told him I loved him and that I always would. He looked at me for a moment and replied the same heartfelt sentiments. He held my hand and even though the fire had not been quenched we had no desire to squelch it now. We lay in each other’s arms all afternoon. I don’t know when we fell asleep, but when I awoke he was up and the bathroom was glowing. B and the kids and I moved into the house and Mom moved into the cabin. She didn't have to, but she loved it there. On injection nights, she would usually come over to take care of the kids while Mr. B and I got busy in her bed. On the post injection nights, I would sometimes have client appointments and the new AWD car that Mr. B had given me as a wedding present was a much more reliable way to get around. If a client appointment and an injection night coincided, I would always make sure I.