We had a long way to go. To take my mind off of things I started to talk."So. You always go skinny dipping with strangers?" I asked."I wasn't the nake... one." He pointed out. "And now we're not strangers."Two good points."How about you? You always strip and swim wherever you are?" I could hear the smile in his voice."I've always done what I wanted. And normally there isn't a stranger poking about the property." You do have people that work for you. They could find your swimming hole." Could. But. Our sex life had become a Saturday or Sunday ritual neither of us enjoyed, but rather just a way of relieving our pent up frustrations.I had decided to embark on a two-year process to lose weight, become fit and change my outlook towards life. Innumerable self-help books and seminars later, I realized finally that I had to start loving myself. It was not an easy road. However, I started to do things that would bring pleasure into my life, or at least some satisfaction.I had always had a passion. But I DID have the smarts to recognize a pattern when I saw one. They weren’t talking about actual dessert.“You’re not talking about actual dessert,” I said.Mandy laughed. “You’re gonna fit in with us real well,” she said.“Except in this case, you’re wrong,” said Margo. “We’re going to have my favorite, tres leches.”“Oh!” I said. “I love tres leches.”“Me too,” said Margo. “It is, you know, my birthday after all.” She let out a cute little laugh.I smiled and so did everyone else, and in that. “Hello Princess,” he said as I connected the call.“Hello Daddy,” I adjusted the camera so he could see all of me, “how’s Italy?”“Beautiful, I miss you though. Do you miss Daddy?”“Mmmmhmm. Where’s mom?!”“At the spa, she’s going to be gone a couple of hours, I want to see you, take off your shirt.”I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, and dropped it to the floor. I followed it with my bra and sat waiting for him to instruct me further.“Daddy wants to watch you play,” he murmured.While I couldn’t see it I.