The wife and I are both into civil war history and reenacting. I represent the Confederate militia and she is a common housewife at a southern homeste...d. In other words we looked poor, no fancy uniforms or fancy hoop skirts. Clothes that a poor farmer and his wife would wear. We picked this because it does represent what our distant relatives looked like when they fought in the war and were at the homefront.While I am on the battlefield enacting battles the wife loves to cook the old fashion. ”“Hang on big b*o, I haven’t had the opportunity to sum you up yet. Take your jacket off, go over there and let me get a good look at you.”Chris quickly swung out of his jacket, threw it on a chair and stood in the doorway holding the top of the frame. Although only being a couple of years older than her, his broad chest and big arms rippled with muscles and his low cut jeans framed his small hips and granite arse.She could just see the top of his pubic bush sticking out of his jeans with a. But she'd hurt him. She had made him fly among the clouds for months, then dashed him to the ground in one night.Sitting there, he replayed the conversation in his head several times. She didn't get it. She was the reason that he could do what he did. She was the reason he had worked so hard. She hadn't wasted his time - she had created the solid foundation that he'd built upon. He shook his head and laughed wryly thinking about how he'd done tongue exercises every single day. He'd read every. I got a black McGarret – a tall, hunky guy who looked like a former Marine – and a woman who was a dead ringer for Penny Marshall. TODAY's Penny Marshall, old and gray and overweight, not the young woman on Laverne and Shirley reruns.They identified themselves; Penny seemed to be in charge. "Mr. Albert, do you know what day it is?" she started with."Yeah ... the nurse told me. I've been out for two days." I thought you were asked not to speak with anyone," she said authoritatively. She was.