I was holding her hand and playing with her fingers and she was looking at me with a sweet romantic smile. I then pulled by her waist close to me and ...er hand lied on my chest and I kissed her on her forehead and she hugged me completely (there was no one behind us nor in the row). I then started kissing her and then we bent down and I gathered all my guts and smooched her and she responded, my hands then had gone to her waist (that’s one of my favorite parts of a woman) and then our hands had. I imagined a fireplace, either a real, in the wall fireplace, or maybe one of those Scandinavian stoves with the window in front.Trouble was, I never quite saw Keith there with me. I wrote the whole idea off as a vestige of my adolescent mind.Tonight it all came tumbling back to mind. Catalyst? I saw Brad squatting down tending the fireplace. Cozy cabin? Fireplace. And THAT guy ... It’s like all the pieces came together.There’s just that one thing. Brother. Sister. Does HE want it? Are we. After you've learned to kneel, you have to learn to breathe and how to balance the switchy-hitty-stick. A 'good girly' keeps her lips parted and breathes through her mouth in trembly, whimpering little pants while all the organisms dance within your body like it's a warehouse party and they've taken all the ecstatic-cy in the whole wide world. Then Queeny B puts her hitty-stick atop your perky, pokie teatlets of elongation and you have to keep breathing and not organisming and definitely not. You know the feeling. I didn’t have any firm plansfor the week-end and all the things I should have been doing were mostunappealing, like cleaning house, washing the car, writing long overdueletters, and all the other things that I seem to allow to wait forever.Just when I had almost decided that nothing was going to help perk me up Iremembered that I had promised to meet Cunga-Lunga at the museum to see the newexhibits. I really enjoy her company and we always find things to laugh.