Tuesday, July 31, 2007

sauce
The books warned me about vivid pregnancy dreams; one even hinted that they might be racy. Even so, I wasn’t quite prepared for threesomes in a health club with champagne flowing. Actually, fate, if you’re listening - I’d like to let you know that I’m always prepared for threesomes in a setting that involves a beautiful woman, champagne, soft lighting, warm water and lots of fluffy white towels. Also, I think TA could be persuaded too.
Still, expected or not, I woke up with a smile and then some sadness - come back sleep, come back sauce. The pupster curled up on my pillow and nuzzled into me. As nice as this was, it wasn't a patch on what my imagination had created earlier.

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