The benefit of still being in the gopher wood ( any kind of wood except good solid oak- fill the stove and go for more) section of the wood shed is that I’m up every 2 hours at night feeding the stove. I guess that’s really not the benefit but being able to have many different dreams a night is. One dream from last night went like this:
Back and forth . . . Back and forth . . .
In and out . . . In and out . . .
A little to the right . . . A little to the left . . .
She could feel the sweat on her forehead . . . Between her breasts . . .
And, trickling down the small of her back . . .
She was getting near the end.
I was in ecstasy . . . with a huge smile on my face as the Pickle Queen moved . . .
Forwards then backwards . . . Forwards then backwards . . .
Again . . . and again . . .
Her heart was pounding now . . . Her face was flushed . . .
She moaned . . . softly at first, then began to grow louder . . .
Finally . . . totally exhausted . . . she let out a scream . . .
“OK, OK, you smug bastard! So I can’t parallel park! You do it!!!!”
Keep your fork