"Hi honey! I just wanted to let you know I'm home!" Mom said through the door. "OK Mom! I'm getting ready to get in the shower! I'll see you when I'm ...done!" I walked toward my bathroom, and Samson got up to follow. I opened the shower door and turned the water on. I heard Samson's toe nails tapping on the bathroom floor. "Awww...ok buddy. You missed me today?" I put the lid down on the toilet seat, and sat down. Samson walked over to me with his tail wagging. I started rubbing his ears, one in. This year they would have to be content with a few weeks on the beaches of South Carolina and Virginia. (To be fair, there is a significant difference between spending the summer in Provence and spending a week each in the Carolinas and Virginia.)But to hear the Marilyn and Kerstin describe it, one would conclude that this should be considered as torture. Kerstin, especially, was quite vocal and outspoken about having to spend a week among hillbillies and other ignorant lower class workers. She. "That's me," he replied with a twinkle in his eyes which were now roving all over my body. Unconsciously I tugged at the bottom of the tee, attempting to cover up what I had so freely displayed only moments ago. Then I crossed my arms across my breasts, trying to hide my pointy nipples. "The kitchen is over here," I stated as I turned and pointed towards the kitchen and dining room area. "The dishwasher is under the cabinet next to the fridge." The appearance of this country bumpkin had. I’m here to tell you that my witch is the most incredible woman I have ever met. In fact, I am by far the luckiest man on the planet.I don’t care if it was her deities or all the other powers that be that let me stumbled into her presence, But I am extremely grateful to whichever one of them nudged her to pick me. I am, after all, just an ordinary guy. It still dumbfounds me that I am her choice, but boy, am I ever glad I am!I actually met her in a park. She was doing yoga on a mat under a big.