Shoes!I lightly trot back to the closet to look for an appropriate pair ofshoes. Oh my gosh, there are so many! Now, if I were a true housewife,I woul... probably be wearing a simple pair of leather flats, and I seeseveral of those. But for some reason, I want to wear heels. After all,if I'm going to be wearing heels for the Thanksgiving party tonight,shouldn't I get used to wearing them? And wouldn't doing housework inheels be just the best way to do that?I find a pair which are just right. The. Sharing a tub of popcorn.Its quite a clean movie but towards the end a scene fascinated both of us. A scene where emma Watson passionately kisses her close friend. By that time me and Leena are sitting very close, my arm around her and her face almost resting on my chest.My hands gently rubbing her smooth arms (sleeveless t-shirt). And I see her cute fair legs till her mid-thighs.The movie ended at 11pm and we’re just lying there in the couch, her head resting on my chest. My fingers playing. He could be anything he'd want: an artist, a poet or a painter to put down on paper and canvas feelings, emotions and thoughts that none would have dared before him.He could be a man of reason and logic and make something useful out of things like the steamers. Perhaps think of new, exciting and purposeful things to make the lives of people easier, and carefree.He knew from the bottom of her soul that her son would grow to be come a wonderful man, just like his father. A father that he will. Kissed him.“Now I’ve played music on two continents and in eight states and NOW there’s a CD with our music.”“Yeah,” I said breathily.“And still, NOBODY says ‘there goes Stoney Jackson, the engineer’. No, it’s ‘that guy that plays banjo with that redhead flute player.’” He kissed me.“So what part do you want to change?”Loooong kiss. “Not a single bit.”It’s even more magical now than the first time, making love with Stoney. We’ve done things right, you know. Proof is sleeping in the bedroom up.