”“What’s your favorite weather smell?” Rose asked.“I like the scent of fog. It’s like rain, but it surrounds you closer while filtering ou... all of the other smells. It smells ... mysterious,” Donny said.“I like the scent of snow, particularly around Christmas time. I don’t know why I like it around Christmas time and not February. Maybe it’s because most of the other smells have disappeared by February,” Rose said.Smiling, Donny said, “When the temperature gets really cold and snow covers the. "I know, honey, and I'm sorry but I didn't want to hear your frustration. It's terrible what you're having to live with and you're such a good man I just hate it when I hurt you."Jack walked back across the kitchen and held her. "It ain't easy for either of us, baby but we're gonna get through it. Did you get another appointment with the doctor?" Tomorrow afternoon at three. Will you go with me?" Course I will. I'm takin' a few days off and besides, I've got some questions for her."She kissed. Once the main landing gear struts thumped loudly, indicating they had reached full extension and that the plane's weight had lifted off the wheels, I slapped the gear handle up. The wheels thumped solidly into their wells as the bird leapt into the air, nose-high at a sixty-five degree angle, and climbed like a rocket. I glanced at the clock on the instrument panel. Exactly eighty-seven minutes had elapsed since my conversation with Colonel Peterson. 'Not a record, but still a damn good. I was in a state of pure, complete feminine bliss. My feet and red painted toes were firmly wrapped around his neck and my long red fingernails were still tightly holding his backside. A tear ran down my face as I realized that I had found the most elegant perfection that any “pretty boy” could ever want to find. My insides were both filled with him and what felt like rivers of his breeding fluids. My soft, smooth, perfumed, completely shaven body felt so perfect against his hard hairy.