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Back to the story . . Ted couldn't get back to sleep so he looked over at sleeping beauty and thought "I'll say to her Hey girl bring those globes over here". Nice, like a nutsack in a zipper. So how about "My face and your glorious bosom make a good match'. What's wrong with you? This is what happens when you lie there going all lust to get back to night-night. I swear it comes from never getting over the baby days when T time was the best. Only this time the situation calls for mature considerate action and the mind is stuck on ta-tas for a tumultuous tomorrow. Do other boobmen go through this at a time in life when the boy in them takes charge? Ray D. used to say all he wanted to was walk bare-footed through a room full of them so they'd squish through his toes. It doesn't need fixing if it is limited to my one and only with just occasional lip-licking at those mammalian moments that occur spontaneously in life.

Three hundred days, no rain and suddenly -- water from above, a few snow flurries and yesterday's porterhouse for breakfast. Happy days are here again . . "