If there are any other great authors that your boyfriend wants to introduce you to, tell him he's got my permission."Sophia laughed. "I'll do that." S...eriously, Sophia, I think it's great. I love Shakespeare myself. Anyone who converts is OK by me. Of course, I would prefer that it would be my fabulous teaching technique that would convert them, but who can compete with a boyfriend?" They both laughed. "Seriously, since you learned to appreciate Shakespeare on the fly, if you have any ideas to. .. In my head: I’m ovulating. Let’s make babies!! Matt: Blah blah …I’ve set up the…(bends over to unplug something I can’t pronounce, his ass looking exceptionally yummy)…blah blah…it should be working now… In my head: You want to meet in the supply closet after lunch?! I’m not hungry. Let’s go NOW! Matt: Did AJ (our boss) show you how to…yadda yadda? In my head: No, but I’d let you take a stab at it. purrrr My verbal reply: Um…er…geez. No. He didn’t. (must…not…vomit…on…shoes)See what I mean?!. When I opened the front door Beth was standing there, smiling, wearing warm up pants and a t-shirt, dressed normal for a teenage girl on a Monday night. I invited her in and showed her to the den. I offered her something to drink as I pored myself a glass of wine, I needed something to take the edge off. When I returned from the kitchen Beth was sitting in the arm chair across from the sofa so I took a seat on the sofa, facing her. I sat there waiting to see how Beth was going to handle this. It was all coming together with the added stimulation of my unusual experiences as spices and seasonings on top of it. Yes, that was all just under the surface as we talked.We could see that the sun was in the early evening sky and the talk turned to dinner. Maybe because we had spent nearly the entire day together naked, but nobody seemed interested in now getting cleaned up, fully dressed, and going out for dinner. Instead, the discussion roamed around how to easily and simply fix something.