Men have for years attempted to analyze women. See what makes them tick. What gets them ticked. Philosophers for centuries tried to get inside a woman...��s mind, only to find themselves maddened at the prospect. All that philosophy and what we got to show for it? Nada, zip, zilch. Only wonderful sayings like, ‘Hell hath no fury like that of a woman scorned.’ ‘I’ve got PMS and I’m not afraid to use it.’ And ‘Life’s a bitch, then you marry one.’ Heh, soon to be followed by another popular bumper. I think Margret thought I wanted to go oral on her and started to undo her jeans."Wait" I said "I did kiss her belly but then said I will always love you". I then took her hand and put the ring on her finger"will you marry me someday" I said. I then stood up and gave her a deep kiss, "I know there may be things in your past I don't know,but that's okay and I will support you". Margret had tears coming out of her eyes as she looked at the ring then at me several times. She wrapped her arms. .." I said, not quite knowing what to say exactly. It was kind of embarrassing to be discussing whether or not I would find seeing my mother naked a turn on. It wasn't exactly like something I had ever consciously thought a whole lot about. Maybe not in the way that some boys have, I suppose. She smirked playfully, as if suddenly finding all of this just as amusing as I had. "Besides," she teased, getting back at me for teasing her, "You would be too embarrassed to tell me if you were turned. The heavy golden clan chief necklace was around his neck and his right hand was on the hilt of Hevnen, the great broadsword of the Olafson clan. He once again felt like a clan chief should, proud, mighty in stature and looks. He stood by the window of his chambers.This was the second year of this season’s Longnight. Temperatures already dropped to -15 °C during the dim day and reached -20 °C at night. In another year, the ocean surface around Olafson Rock would be thick enough for a man to walk.