I come up smiling. "Let's grab a shower," I suggest. You pop up and I follow you into the bathroom, and you know what? I stare at your butt, smiling t...e whole way. But you don’t see that. I don't think, anyway. We get in the shower; it's one of those fancy ones that feels like it's rain. We both run our hair under the water, and then start kissing and touching. We play around again, laughing as much as we are feeling and kissing. But when we get out of the showers, the passion has come to its. I was halfway expecting a cat fight, but you make no attempt at resistance. You just stay still, flat on your back with your arms across your breasts. You say nothing, but your wicked smile and the flame in your eyes clearly express your thoughts: What are you going to do to me now, my sweet? I press my body firmly against you and kiss you hard. While holding you down, I reach out to the side of the bed. I can just barely reach the nightstand drawer, but I manage to reach and retrieve the. She probably expected some nobody to show up claiming to be her but when she saw the real deal ... well, let's just say she didn't need to water the front yard.Both of them stood there holding each other, tears pouring down their faces. Crying, muffled sentiments and questions, more crying. It was beautiful.Savannah finally turned to me. "Is this him?"Him? Don't I get a name?Alexandria nodded and I was almost tackled. Savannah smothered me in her dark auburn locks saying,. "What are you doing with that? It's not sanitary. If you wanted water, then press the button," she said in a firm but not angry tone."Sorry," I said. "I just woke up."She opened a door and came back a few moments later with a foam cup, a flexible straw and some cool water."There you go. Fresh, clean water from the Sierras," she smiled."Thanks. What time is it?" Just after eleven." So, I've been in here for a couple of hours then?" Eleven in the morning, young man. You were in surgery for over.