To you, I’m Sleepy the Dwarf. Well, perhaps Sleepy the Giant if you catch me at the right time. (snicker, snicker)When I lay me down to sleep, I rol... my undershorts. That’s my night time kink. It started in my fifties with a pair of undershorts that had a stretched waistband. They wouldn’t stay up unless I rolled the band over a few times. It’s so much more now.Do I hear a snarky comment from you or maybe a scoff?Hmmmpf, is that all? Is that what you’re thinking? Don’t judge a kink until you’ve. "Uh ... Becky ... my willy is going to get hard again." It is?" She was still worried about whatever had bit her, and still looking around. "Why?" Cause you're rubbing against it," he said."Something bit me," she insisted."A fish!" he said suddenly. "It must have been a fish!"She wiggled against him. She was getting rubbed, but it wasn't as good as if she did it herself. It was kind of hit and miss. She decided that Frank wasn't any good at rubbing, and then realized that he actually probably. "Yeah," said the fat one."Get a warrant," said Grace.That heightened the police mentality instantly. Constitution be damned, asking a policeman to obey the law is interfering with a policeman and that is a no no.So, I took Grace aside, but not too far aside ... close enough that sotto voce could be misconstrued as an attempt to hide my thoughts but actually loud enough to be heard by the thin man."Grace, think of all the work ... and the expense of a locksmith ... that we'll have to go through. Before I started cooking, I realized I was low on milk. If I was going to have to go to the store, I might as well do it for the week, I realized. I headed to the cookbook shelf to start to plan the next several meals.That's when I saw the cookbook Tina had made for me and it all fell into place. I could make Tina something. Something like what she'd done for me, that reflected all of our good memories together. Something like a scrapbook. Or a photo album.A photo album.I added an album to my.