Of course." Sam said. "Does that surprise you?" she asked."No. I guess it just illustrates how close you and I really are. I mean that we can talk hon...stly about stuff like this and I don't know anyone else like that. So how often do you do it?" I asked."Well, I don't know. Sometimes I do it a couple of times a day. Sometimes I'll go a day or two without doing it. It sort of depends on my schedule and how busy or tired I am." She said."Yeah. Me too. Sometimes I just can't go to sleep without. I thought I was a good housekeeper, but the house had taken on quite ashine since Aunt Melissa's arrival. "Has anyone called you Mrs. Petersyet?" she asked me in serious mode. I considered her question and atlength I had to admit that no one had. "Well, let me be the first then.Mrs. Peters, would you do me the honor of helping me prepare dinner?"she asked facetiously. I laughed at that and began making the salad.There was no shortage of food in our house as Mom and Aunt Mel had goneshopping. Struggle was the operative word here, because Emma had come into his room with a pan full of very cold water and was taking great joy in splashing it on critical areas of his body as he slept. Of course, when she aimed for the most critical part, he was awake and up, well tangled up in wet sheets, but up anyway, and flailing at Emma to capture the water."Get up, Sleepyhead," she said. "It's the middle of the afternoon and we've got things to talk about." She could have helped him unwind from. Grizz hugged and kissed his wife, as he handed her a tuna sandwich. He asked Goldee if she ate tuna. She said yes. The three of them sat at the kitchen table in silence, as they ate, each in their own sex-filled thoughts. Hey, cuz Black said walking in through the back door, kissing Teddie on the cheek, and giving Grizz a nod to indicate whats up. Then his eyes connected, with most exotic woman he ever saw. Hi, my name is name is Jefferson Bear, but you can call me Black. Reaching out her.