(A copula is a little hut-like enclosure, put up especially for people who want some privacy while sinning; there are scads of them here in Utopia, es...pecially in parks and on beaches and things.) We went into it and Lindie took my measurements--not at all impressive in terms of smallness of waist, since I was *rather* plump all over, but rather nice in terms of the difference between my bustline and my girth right beneath my bosoms, as Lindie remarked with delight:"I've never *seen* a boy with. ---------------------------------------------------------As my lover drove, he reached over to clasp my hand where it rested in my lap causing a soft wave of deep warmth and love to emanate from our joined hands. Our forest lovemaking had brought a sense of peace and unity to us that kept us silently smiling the whole ride home. The light was getting long as we pulled into the drive way and before we left the car and unloaded it his eyes caressed mine for a long minute. I felt sticky and hot. It's almost like as if some large container had landed on top of me.I hear a loud yet muffled sound outside. What is that, laughter?"Hey! Let me out!" I shout. Again, I hear that deep booming laughter-like sound.The darkness lifts, and my eyes shut instantly as the blinding sunlight hits my gaze. I blink and try to see the large towering figure infront of me. I can't believe what my eyes are teling me. It looks like a naked woman, only at least 300 hundred feet taller than me. She's kneeling. ‘Hey Cap,’ Frank smiled. ‘Slow night?’ ‘Yes,’ Jim smiled, feeling nervous flip-flops mix with the coffee fueled heart burn rising in his stomach. ‘Well the roads are six inches deep. Looks like George didn’t get out with the plow yet. He’s probably passed out in his cab.’ ‘Probably,’ Jim chuckled, thinking about the one man in their county assigned to plow the roads. George was pretty reliable, but sometimes his priorities were as blurred as his vision while he plowed the snow covered roads..