We’ll be moving at the end of January.”Bethany and I were drinking tea before breakfast on Boxing Day. I’d already read the newspaper and cuddle... with Birgit, and had a cup of coffee.“Where?” I asked.“Just south of the university. A townhome. We’ll close on the 21st. It’ll take a few days to get everything moved from the apartments.”“Good! How is Nicholas handling that?”“He likes Tom, but we’re struggling with what Nicholas should call him. I know you’d most likely suggest ‘Tom’ because of how. I have often wondered how these actors and actresses make love or at best have sex. I watch them and try many of the things they do but it never turns out the same. Maybe it's just me. I know I've talked to a couple of friends and they seem to have a few problems also. Let's see how you relate to some of the situations.Let's start by me undressing my lover. I try to unbutton her blouse but the little button doesn't seem to come through the little slit like it's supposed to. Finally I get it. She'd taken Angique out to a shaded patio to protect her pale skin from the glaring desert sun. Angique thanked her for remembering, but Anna smiled and answered:"Of course I remembered. How could I forget even the smallest detail of that delightful afternoon?"They shared a lingering silence, looking out over the reddish desert, sipping tea. Then Anna rose and walked to the huge bougainvillea that spread its limbs all over the sand-colored wall, exploding in clouds of salmon blossom. Angique's. “I’ve got some reading to do for English, I’m gonna go up to my room. G’night Dad.” His father reached out an arm and patted Michael on the arm. Michael just smiled a rueful smile that no one saw. He walked up to his room, counting the steps and moving as quietly as possible. Suddenly Dana ran from the bathroom to her room and slammed the door screaming, “MOOOM! Michael just walked into the bathroom while I was in the shower! You little pervert!” Michael just sighed and went towards.