Critiques are welcome. Saturday Morning The next morning I groggily woke up while it was still gray outside and the rain was only gently falling. Seyl...a was sleeping soundly on her side of the bed with her back to me. After several minutes of just laying there with my eyes closed thinking about falling back to sleep, I began to think about the previous night and how absolutely wonderful it had been, even if slightly ordinary for the two of us on a Friday or Saturday night. Before long I was. It waswonderful. I found my eyes tearing over like the girl I appeared to beand Lucien reached around and pulled my head onto his muscular shoulder.I didn't resist. It seemed perfectly natural to let my emotions beprotected by his strength. I watched the remainder of the movie fromthere. I think I had perhaps a moment of wondering about how completelyemotional my behavior was but quickly fell back under the spell of thewonderful film Only as the credits announced "Fin" did I realize. It was softer, the cheekbones higher, the lips fuller... and not a blemish could be found."This can't be happening," he said, his voice sounding even softer than before. "It must be a dream."He wandered over to his closet, feeling the swish of hair upon his shoulders with ever step. Gone were his jeans and polo shirts, replaced instead by a variety of colorful skirts and blouses... even a cheerleader's uniform. Feeling the fabric of the panties and bras that now filled his underwear drawer, he. ?This is his first time out of England for any length of time and he is not very? cosmopolitan. If he seems gruff and superior to you, take no notice. He will soon get used to things and adapt.?Evidence of this ability or willingness to adapt had been lost upon me, however, and as much as I was coming to regard Suzanna with great affection, and she me, I had grave doubts I would ever see the man accustom himself to the ways of the country in which his wife was making the considerable living.