We talked the entire time, that familiar tingling sensation bubbling in my stomach, a mixture of butterflies and curiosity as we pulled up. A few minu...es later we were in the store, being helped by a rather forward woman to the toys section. I had never seen so many in my life, dildos, vibrators, strapons, dolls, and was feeling a bit overwhelmed. She unpackaged several different types of dildos, letting us grab and feel them up, until she finally showed off something that caught my eye. It was. The husbands finally got dressed, kissed their wives good-bye and wished them a good day shopping. Good-byes were mumbled by the sleepy wives and quick kisses exchanged. The husbands met in the hotel hallway and went off fishing.About six the older woman heard a knock on her door. She had been unable to return to a deep sleep, and had been lying watching the ocean bathed in the light of the full moon through a narrow opening in the curtain. She was feeling very romantic and wishing her husband. You make me blush.’ The princess said giggling. ‘I speak only the truth princess.’ ‘Will you help me down?’ She said, dropping her hand to his level. He clasped it and gently grabbed her around her waist, helping her down. ‘Why thank you, what a gentleman you are.’ ‘Tis my turn to blush princess.’ ‘No reason to be embarrassed around me. That’s my job.’ ‘You are more beautiful then a thousand sunsets,’ the peasant said completely awe struck by her presence. ‘Really, you must stop with all the. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. Sorry! This chapter may meander even more than usual as it has been put together from several short ‘day in the life’ journal style entries which have been linked together as each was too short to stand alone. Pt. 27 The Things That Dreams Are Made Of Wednesday morning Steve was fully occupied with making deliveries with the big lorry and so I took Dennis over to Caroline’s house in the Land Rover, to continue with the fencing.