Nothing. I miss you. Maybe more than ever.I dream of you almost every night. Realistic dreams. I dream of you when someone else is lying next to me. I...dream, I would be with you again. I dream of having sex with you. Sex with you is unparalleled. Your body is unparalleled.Never before have I desired someone as much as you. Your grace, your timidity, your care, your voice. I've never been so crazy about a body before. Your dark eyes, your perfect lips, your black, unruly curls, your perfect. My phone made a sound and I fumbled through my bag to find it. I’m in the study.I stared at the words. Jesus Christ. Of course, I could ignore him. I could drink some more and talk and pretend it was a regular Christmas party and that I hadn’t been dreaming of him. He didn’t make sense. If I had half a brain, I should stay away from him. He needed someone like Amber. Not even ‘someone like’. He needed Amber Lake. Not me. But what about what I needed? Did I need him? No. But I wanted him. I. Snake led the band back to the village where they entered in triumph, displaying the main course for the meal that night.Snake was duly congratulated that night as each man told of his part in the short, but satisfying, raid. It was particularly gratifying because they had been able to use their traditional weapons and had not been forced to rely on the guns that they had stolen from the Whites. After the celebration, Snake thanked Black Wolf for the confidence he had shown in allowing Snake to. We stayed together for convenience and for the kids. My time was spent with work, the kids activities, and my sports. I rarely went out by myself (without at least one kid) as I had quit drinking years ago due to problems caused by it. My infatuation with her grew as her comfort level with me grew as well. She would be around my house just like she was family. I would be in t-shirts and pajama boxers. She would walk around in a towel after taking a shower and often sit around in robes. .