I told Phil how I felt. He got a big smile on his face and told me that he loved me and wanted us to be together always. "Are you in love with me, C...elsea? Do you want to get married?" Yes, Phil, I want to marry you....not right now, but in the near future." I told him. "I think that I want to get through the National Finals then do it. What do you think?"Phil was agreeable. I knew I still had to get past some tough competition to make it to the Finals and I didn't want any distractions. . ”I saw her glance at the erection beneath my dress and consider the options. She bit her lip and looked out the window, then threw a nervous glance in the direction of the driver. Thankfully he seemed to have concluded that I wasn’t a danger to his upholstery and wasn’t paying any attention to us. I could see the moment when she came to a decision. All uncertainty left her face, and there was a determined glint in her eyes.She shifted into the middle seat and whispered in my ear. “Take off your. "It's not," said the man. "The little bastard stuck a pin in all my condoms."This one is compliments of BobLife's Demerit System ... In the world of romance, one single rule applies:MAKE THE WOMAN HAPPY!Do something she likes, and you get points.Do something she dislikes, and points are subtracted.You don't get any points for doing something she expects.Sorry, that's the way the game is played. Here is a non-exhaustive guide to the point system:SIMPLE DUTIESYou make the bed. (+1)You make the. ’ He shot me a quizzical look, leaning back in his chair. ‘Nah. Let’s make this more interesting. What do you think I do?’ I gave a nervous laugh. ‘I’ve no idea. Something that earns you enough money to eat here, obviously.’ ‘Not necessarily. Maybe I just enjoy washing up.’ He grinned as I sent him an anxious glance. ‘I’m kidding. Come on, have a guess.’ ‘Oh — ah.’ After a moment, I blew out a small sigh, scared of being way off the mark. ‘I can’t. I don’t know.’ He nodded slowly. ‘You know,’.