So I get to drift into sleep with the thought that a continent away you are stripping off and slipping into a nice hot foamy tub, sighing as the water relaxes you, your breasts bobbing on the surface. Then the sponge sliding along your bare leg as you wash yourself.
Nice.
Gee, you have a way with words...
I stopped at the LUSH store and got bath bombs and pampering products. It's going to be a good bath. Very fragrant.
Goodnight, Beastie.Sleep sweet. <pats your departing presence>
Hope not!
<hugs> for Bear.
It's windy here too. How are you feeling?
No fire, right?
You know, you can get your 1,000 words down easily right here in the AH, right? You don't need to leave us to do it!
You have Di and me here. You need it hotter?
I think he does....I didn't even get a hug back!
Tonight I am being very self controlled lest the most innocent hug degenerate into gropes and ravishment.
How goes it?
Hi Molly.
Good move, you want a fair assessment of your writerly efforts, not a bunch of pussy-whipped weirdos hurling frustrated imprecations at you.
