" In truth I had been thinking of nothing else. "Will you be honest with me?" I'm not going to give you a blow by blow account if that's what you mean..." A blow by blow account?" I smiled at her choice of words. "That would be very nice, but that's not what I really want to talk about." She had a quizzical look on her face. "I actually want to talk about us. Now, how long have we been trying for a family; eighteen months?"She nodded.I continued. "It doesn't look as if it is going to happen, does. A soft diffused light came bursting through the panes and mutton's and curtains of the window before her. As she was looking out into the distance she could see the morning fog burning off the Smokies far in the distance. 'What a beautiful place this Kentucky,' she thought.She looked over her shoulder to see her partner asleep laying naked and uncovered on the bed, cast by shadows to give her body the Ciro scirro effect of the old masters of the Renaissance who dealt so well with light and. We each shared our first times, and were starting to feel very comfortable. Then, Billy asked us if we wanted to smoke some weed. Bud and I just looked at each other, as I hadn’t done any dope for years, and I didn’t know if Bud did any or not. We just said what the hell, sure. So before we knew it, with the beer and the weed, we were incredibly freaking relaxed. It was very dark out now, probably close to midnight. The stars were so bright above us that they looked like headlights. Just got out of Beaumont.”“Okay. We’re putting lasagna on. This is a ‘home’ night.”“I like home nights,” he said. “By the time I get there and shower, we’ll be ready to put stuff on the table.”“And then put stuff into the bed,” I said. “And there’s a movie on at eight.”“When’s the last time the three of us got into bed and watched a whole movie?” He laughed.“It’s the idea, baby,” Haley told him. “So you won’t think it’s just about sex.”“Yeah, Dad,” I giggled. “It’s about culture and.