Tuesday, April 13, 2010

#111 - G.S.

After dinner (where you ordered for me) and some time watching your pet ferret crawl into your shoes, we had sex on your bed during a raging thunderstorm. When you drove me home in the morning, D was horribly worried because I hadn’t called.
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  1. NGSApril 13, 2010 at 1:08 PM

    I was totally upset. He could have killed you and I didn't even know his name! (Total mom moment for me right there.)

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