You are sitting in the swing, pushing us, back and forth, lazily in the warm summer night. I am laying with my head on your lap. My feet resting on th... swing’s chains. My robe has fallen open, my legs are bare to the warm evening breeze. Feeling the swing going to and fro, the contentment we both feel is a balm to our souls. We are talking, just lazing the night away. I can feel my love for you grow with each passing day. You are so warm, so gentle, so passionate with me. Slide on over, Baby. Boundaries are in place for a reason. family functions one way and one way only. If her father had practiced restraint, they might still be a family, and she might not have been so damaged. But her own carnal lust sent him into a spiral, and in the end, she lost more than she could ever regain.Nonetheless, understanding why morality and structure was good, while her old nihilistic ways were pure self-destruction, helped her to turn her life around. She remained celibate, graduated from college. I figured it must have been a wrong number and the person was horrified at sending it to the wrong person. I put it out of my head and enjoyed my night. I stayed at the bar until 2 a.m. When I got home I stripped down to enjoy a shower. The drinking and dancing had me wired up, and the shower would help me wind down. As I stood under the spray of the shower, my mind wandered back to the text. I wondered what the person looked like who had sent it. Being in a bit of a dry spell, I was not so. I picked it up and prayed that she wouldn't turn around and see it floating in the air.I followed her inside and up a flight of stairs and when she had opened her door I flung the box against the opposite wall were it impacted with a light thump. It was empty! But the sound was enough for her to walk over to the stairs and look down to make sure that no one was following her. This gave me ample time to slip inside the door and press myself against the wall where it was most unlikely that she.