I woke up early so I could cook up a special breakfast. I've been wanting to do something nice for my husband Joe. Joe is a really great guy and sometimes I feel like I don't do enough for him. I want Joe to know that I love him and he is a very special part of my life. I don't know what I would do if he wasn't around. Just thinking about it makes me want to cry.

I decided the night before that I would surprise my husband with breakfast in bed. I would cook up a breakfast so good, that he would think it came from a restaurant! We've been married for fifteen years, we were both eighteen when we got married. Just out of high school and horny, as some people might say. Joe joined the service and we moved so we could live on the base. I got a job at a local teddy bear factory. I still work there, but only part time. Just something to keep me busy, since we don't have a family. Joe, he's out of the service now. He works for a company that deals with security issues. Stuff like store security, sports games, concerts, all that kind of stuff. A lot of the military guys get into jobs like that after they get out. Joe makes enough money now that I don't have to work, but I do it anyway. I've made a lot of friends at my job, many of them are like family to me.

It was Saturday and neither of us work on the weekends. Well, sometimes Joe does go into work on the weekends if they have to plan a special security detail for a big event. Usually stuff like that is dealt with way in advance though. I woke up at five o'clock and made sure that I didn't wake Joe. I didn't want him to know what I was up to. We eat breakfast at six o'clock on the dot every morning. Military men are like that, organization is the key to success Jim always says. I don't mind, I like getting up early and reading the newspaper. I then check my email and write back to anyone who wrote me during the night. My sister likes to send me these funny jokes before she goes to bed at night. I look forward to having a good laugh in the morning each day.

I whipped him up a breakfast that I knew he would love. I made sunny side up eggs, pancakes, and link sausages. Joe loves link sausages, he won't eat the patties. I don't know what the difference is, but I know there is a skin around the link sausages. I told Joe that skin is guts from a pig and he didn't care. Joe said it made the sausage taste better. I don't know about that, but I try not to think about guts while I eat them. I am more of a bacon person myself, but I never buy bacon. I'm the only one who will eat the stuff. By the time I could eat a whole pack of bacon, it would have spoiled and went bad. Joe also likes to have his eggs fried in butter. Butter was made for eggs, that's another one of his little sayings. I always make sure to get the fresh sweet cream unsalted butter when I'm at the store. The stuff with a purple cow on the package that always makes me laugh.

“It's time to get up honey,” I said as I walked into the bedroom with Joe's breakfast on a tray.

“Five more minutes Nancy. Just five more minutes.” Joe said as he rolled around in the bed.

“Wake up. I've made you breakfast in bed,” I said standing next to the bed.

“Breakfast in bed?” Joe asked dazed.

“Wake up honey. It's your favorite breakfast,” I said.

“Oh, why thank you.” Joe said as he began to wake up from his sleepy daze.

Joe asked if I could hold onto the tray while he went to the bathroom, I said that I could. Joe came back and he laid down and I gave him the tray. Joe looked down at it and then smiled at me. I knew that he was happy to have his favorite breakfast.

“I'm going to go down and bring up my breakfast.” I said as I left the room.

I went down to the kitchen and made myself a plate of breakfast food. I also poured myself a glass of milk to wash it all down. Some people like orange juice or coffee when they wake up, I like milk. I've actually only been drinking milk at breakfast for the past few months. My doctor says that I should start thinking about getting extra calcium. I'm not too old, but he said that I'm at that age where I should be concerned. He's probably right, I don't want to end up with brittle bones like the older women in my family.

I carried up my breakfast on the tray slowly up the steps, making sure that I didn't spill any of my milk. One time when Joe and I were younger I made him breakfast in bed and I spilled the food all over myself. That was something I'll never forget. That happened at this old place we used to live in. It had a steep black oak stair case that just begged you to fall down it. Who ever built that damn thing, must have done it in spite. I can't believe that people walked up stairs differently back in the old days.

I went back to the bedroom and carefully laid down in the bed. I looked over at Joe and he was as happy as could be. He leaned over to kiss me and I felt the grease from the sausage on his lips. I love the look that Joe had, his glow could have lit a pitch black cave.

“What did I do to deserve this?” Joe asked with a smirk.

“I just wanted let you know how much you mean to me,” I said giving him a motherly smile.

“I'd kiss you, but my mouth is all dirty.” Joe said as he chomped on one of his sausage links.

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“Are you going to put Randy to bed?” Bob asked.

“I will in a few minutes, I think he is still watching his show.” I said looking over at Randy.

“You know how angry he gets if he doesn't get to watch his cartoons.” Bob said while looking down at him.

When you are married with children, every night seems the same. The only difference is, what you have for dinner. Some nights it might be meat loaf while other nights it is chicken. That is about all that changes when you are married with children.

“Mommy, Mommy, look at that cat run.” Randy said as he watched the cartoon.

“He better run before the dog catches him.” I said as I watched Randy watch the cartoon.

“That dog will eat him for a snack!” Bob said.

“Don't talk like that Daddy, I like cats.” Randy said.

The cat ran off of the side of a cliff.

“It looks like the cat is no gone.” Bob said while raising up from the chair.

“No, he is hiding from the dog.” Randy explained.

Sure enough, the cat was waiting for the dog at the bottom of the hill. The dog came by him and the cat laughed at him. This made the dog angry and chased the cat some more. I knew the cartoon was over because it showed both the cat and the dog in a hospital.

“It looks like neither of them won.” Randy said looking up from the TV.

“Looks like you need to get ready for bed.” I told Randy.

“But, maybe there will be another cartoon on after this one.” Randy said glued to the TV.

“There is no more cartoons after this one.” Bob said.

“How do you know?” Randy asked.

“Because, they are going to show a movie next. Didn't you see the commercials for it?” Bob asked.

“I guess not.” Randy said somewhat depressed.

“Let's go brush your teeth and get you ready for bed.” I told Randy.

Randy got up and ran to the bathroom. He is the only kid I have ever known who actually likes to brush his teeth. When he first started brushing his teeth, he actually brushed them so much his gums would bleed. I even caught him brushing his teeth in the middle of the night. I don't know why he did that stuff, but his grandpa scared him about getting cavities.

“I'm going to get ready for bed too.” Bob yelled as he walked down the hallway.

A few years ago we put a small bathroom in what used to be a closet. Bob said that if we have more kids, we will be thanking ourselves that we have our own bathroom. He is probably right, but it still seems a little weird. I could hear him using his electric razor in our bathroom while I was getting Randy ready for bed. I thought it was kind of weird that he would be shaving before he went to bed.

I put Randy to bed and went into our bedroom. There Bob was up reading some magazine. He got a subscription to some fishing magazine. I don't know why he got it, he never goes fishing. He says he likes to read it because it relaxing him. Go figure, I don't understand that one.

I got ready and I laid in bed.

“Why don't you put that magazine away?” I said as I laid next to him.

“Why?” Bob asked.

“Because, I want you to pay some attention to me.” I said back to him.

“Mommy, I think I heard something down stairs.” Randy said running into the room.

“I'm sure nothing is down stairs.” Bob said putting the magazine away.

“Why don't you go check?” I asked.

“Yeah Daddy, go check.” Randy said.

“I'll go check, but you better be getting to bed.” Bob told Randy.

Bob went downstairs and checked if there was anyone down there. It was just the dog running around downstairs. We started letting him inside the house because it will be getting cold outside. I thought it would be a good idea to get him house broken. Maybe it isn't such a good idea.

“What was down there?” Randy asked afraid.

“It was the dog. Get back to bed.” Bob said.

Randy went back to bed. I checked up on him and we fell asleep. Sometimes that kid doesn't want to go to bed for anything. I don't know, but I might have to ask the doctor if anything might be wrong. I try my best to keep him active so he has things to do.

“What a fucking long day.” I said as I lit a cigarette.

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Here is a story that all of you girls out there will be able to relate too. I have been married to my husband Stan for the past ten years. He is a great man. Well, most of the time he is. He has had the same job for fifteen years and all that jazz. You know how good men are, they like to keep the same job and they make sure the gas tank is always filled in the car.

We have been trying to have a baby for the past few years. I have wanted a family since I was a little girl. I'm sure you know how it is, you play with dolls and you dream one day you will have a real baby. But, it has never happened. I am almost to the point where I am sick of trying.

Sex isn't what it used to be. Actually, we don't have sex very often these days. We might have it if Stan watches some porn or something, but that is about it. We started going to a marriage therapist. Her name is Dr. Phonic. I have never heard of such a strange last name. Stan didn't want to go, but I said that we should go. I want to have a normal sex life.

Well, to make this story short… We talked to Dr. Phonic and he said the reason why he doesn't want to have sex with me anymore is, he feels that it is too clinical. The doctors told us all of these methods we should try to get pregnant. We were to do it at certain times of the day. We were to do it in certain positions. Stan said all of this made him feel like his was doing a medical procedure and not having sex.

I guess I can understand what he is talking about. I don't feel that way, because I didn't allow myself to feel that way. I never looked at it as being a medical procedure, but an act of love between the two of us. Just because we were trying to have a baby, doesn't mean there isn't any love involved. I guess Stan got so wrapped up in the positions and all of that, that he forgot why we were doing it.

I've never felt that my marriage was in jeopardy. I never felt like Stan stopped loving me. I need to be loved just like any other woman out there. I have needs, I have desires that need to be met. I want Stan to do these things for me. The problem as you know, Stan stopped doing it. It really did a number on me. I went through all of the normal stuff that women go through. I thought maybe he was cheating on me, or maybe he stopped finding me attractive. But, now I know it is none of those things.

The Dr. Phonic suggested that we have a romantic dinner. I thought it was a great idea. Stan on the other hand, didn't think it was such a great idea. It seems like every chance we get to be close to each other, we tries to sneak out of it. But, I had a plan.

I knew that if I could get him to the beach, he would go for a romantic dinner. Not because he wanted to be around me, but because he wanted to see all of the hot women in their skimpy swimsuits. Yes, I do get jealous when he looks at these women. But, I had to do something. Sometimes you have to tempt the animal so it can fall into your trap.

I cooked up a great meal. I fried some chicken, I made some of my famous pasta salad. When I make pasta salad I just cook the noodles, throw in some cubed chicken breast, some veggies, and top it all off with some Italian salad dressing. It is so easy to prepare and Stan loves it. I made some baked beans and I also baked a pie. I made sure that it was apple pie, Stan's favorite.

I knew there was no way he could refuse this meal. Everything was his favorites. Put that on top of the hot babes and there was no way he could refuse. I know my Stan very well.

Stan agreed to go to the beach and we went. I made sure that we were right in the view of some really hot babes. I'm not into women, but I know when kind of a woman men like to look at. They like women with nice big tits and round plump asses. Let me tell you, there were plenty of women who fit that kind of bill at the beach. I did feel a little on the jealous side, but I just kept telling myself this was for us.

“I haven't seen a rack that nice in years.” Stan said while eating a chicken leg.

“I knew you would be looking at them right away.” I said.

“You know me, I love seeing women on the beach.” Stan said with his mouthful.

Yes I did know. That is why I brought him to the beach. I wasn't going to tell him that though. I knew that if I did, he would feel like I was trying to manipulate him or something.

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“Honey, I got a surprise for you.” Jack said as he entered the house.

“What is it?” Susan asked.

“I can't tell you. But you have to get naked.” Jack said running through the house.

“I'm not falling for that again.” She said laughing out loud.

“No, I've got something special for you.”, He yelled.

“Is it your penis wrapped in a bow? I got that present last week?” Susan said while trying to find out where Jack was.

“No, just get naked and come in the bathroom.” He said.

Even though she wasn't sure what he was up to, she was game for what ever it was. She needed a little excitement in her life. She took off her clothes and walked upstairs to the bathroom.

As she walked up the stairs, she smelled a beautiful scent. It smelled like a mixture of spices and fresh flowers. She walked up to the bathroom and was surprised that the door was locked.

“This isn't some silly joke is it?” She asked as she pounded on the door.

“No, come on in.” Jack said as he opened the door.

Much to her surprise, the bathroom was pitch black. The only light was that of candles that surrounded the bathtub. It gave the bathtub a majestic like glow to it. Around the bathtub were two clay jars filled with potpourri. That is what she smelled walking up the stairs.

“Get in. I made a bubble bath for you.” Jack said as he motioned to her to get into the bathtub.

She got in to find the water was perfect. It wasn't too hot nor was it too cold. It was just the right temperature for a relaxing bubble bath.

“Why are you doing this for me?” She asked as she got comfortable in the bathtub.

“I just wanted to do something nice, that is all.” He said as he reached over to a table near the side of the bathtub.

“You mean you did all of this and you didn't break anything? You didn't fuck up in some major way?” She laughed.

“No. Can't I be good for a change and not have you act like something is up?” He asked while he brought over a plate near the bathtub.

“I know you better than that.” She said trying to figure out what he was doing.

“Well, I don't think you do.” He said as he knelt near the side of the bathtub.

“What do you have on the plate?” Susan asked as she looked at it.

“I have some fresh mellon, some cheese, and some important ham. It is the ham from Italy that you like.” He said putting some in his hand.

“Taste it and tell me if you like it.” He said as he put it in her mouth.

“That is great stuff. That is different ham than what I get, but I really like it.” He said taking another bite of the tasty combination.

He walked back over to the table and poured two glasses of wine.

“You got wine too. You are such a darling.” She said as he handed her a full glass of wine.

“I know I don't show it, but I really care a lot about you.” He said taking a drink of his wine.

“I'm not good at showing my emotions, my feelings.” He said while taking another drink.

“I know you love me. I know you love me every time you go to work. I know you love me when you do all the things you do for me. Your actions speak louder than words.” She said while rubbing his arm.

“I know, but I just want to show how I feel more.” He said in a depressed tone.

“You are, you are showing me right now.” She said reaching over to give him a hiss.

“Why don't you come on into this bathtub and make love to me?” She asked in between kisses.

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This is an actual letter that I wrote. My boyfriend of two years left me. We were living together and one day he decided that he would rather live without me. This was a letter that I wrote to Mark.

Dear Mark,

I'm not sure where to start this. I'm not sure if I should even be writing you. I know that you said that you never wanted to hear from me again. I know that I should respect your wishes, but I feel the need to talk to you. I know by writing this to you, I am acting in a selfish manner, but I don't know what else to do. Sometimes we have to act out out feelings, regardless of how hard it might be. At least that is what you said the day that you left me.

Sometimes I wish that I could go back in time. I would love to be back to when we first met. I have to say, that was probably the best time of my life. I felt so carefree and so alive. It is strange how falling in love changes how you feel. Love is almost like a drug, when you no longer have it, all you do is crave it.

I remember the first time we met. I thought you and your little cousin was so cute. I remember watching you throwing a baseball with him at the park. The little guy couldn't catch the ball, but you still made him laugh. Most kids would have gotten frustrated at not being able to catch the ball.

It is strange that both of our families were having a cook out on the same day. Most people think that we are crazy for having cook outs for our birthdays. I'm glad we started the tradition, because if we hadn't, I would have never met you. I also feel lucky that your family was having a family reunion on that day. Two events that were so unrelated, became related.

One look in into your eyes and something clicked in me. I told myself that I had to ask you out on a date. I don't regret asking you out on the date. The only regret that I have is, that we didn't meet sooner. I could have used a good friend like you earlier on in my life. Especially when things weren't so good. Like around the time my grandpa died. I could have used a good friend like you to help me through those tough times.

I have been thinking a lot about you lately. I hope you have been thinking about me too. I miss the sound of your voice. I miss the look on your face when you wake up in the morning. You even look happy in the morning. I have never met another person who loved to live as much as you do. I hope that I can learn a few lessons from you.

I also have been thinking about our first date. Actually, it probably wasn't much of a first date for you. I felt like I couldn't shut up. I just wanted to keep talking all night long. The only reason why I wouldn't shut up was, I wanted the date to go on forever. I didn't want it to end. I found you so exciting and funny, I just had to hear what was going to come out of your mouth next.

I have never sat in a restaurant until four in the morning before. But, I don't regret one minute that we spent together on that night. That night I knew that I would fall in love with you. I knew because I could see the type of man that you are. You don't hold back and you certainly allow your feelings to show.

I know that I am a prude. You don't have to tell me that. I like to have a man work his way into my pants. The last thing that I want to be known as, is a slut. I take my reputation serious and I also take my health serious. There are too many diseases out there just to have casual sex all the time.

I will never forget our first kiss. I loved how we over looked the ocean at night. I often sit and cry thinking about that night. I try to move on with my thoughts, but I can't. They all seem to drift back to that night.

The wind was calm, but it was still a little chilly outside. I was hugging onto you because I was cold. I will admit, I was also doing it because I liked being next to you. I never thought that you would try to kiss me. But, it was the most pleasant surprise of my life. I thought my legs were going to give out when you first kissed me. I can still smell your cologne on that night. The smell of your cologne and the smell of the ocean is forever in my mind.

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It was one of those days where I done nothing but sit around. I tried watching television, but nothing was on that interested me. I tried listening to the radio, but the out come was the same. It was lunch time and my stomach was telling me so. I didn't eat much for breakfast, I'm not much of a breakfast person. I eat some toast or something small, but that is about it. I can't stand to eat when I wake up.

There is a restaurant down the road that I like to go to. They have all kinds of specials that are really cheap. My favorite special is the bowl of chili and a drink for only two dollars. I think that is a really good deal, you can't get anything cheaper than that around here. Not only is it cheap, but it is good chili too. I have been going to this place for a few years and I have never gotten a bad meal. This is going to sound bad, but sometimes I get their food and take it home. Especially if I have company over. I've had company tell me that my cooking was the best they have eaten in a long time. What they didn't know was, it was from the restaurant down the road.

I decided to walk down there and get a bowl of chili. I had nothing better to do and I was hungry. I usually walk down, so I can get some exercise. That way I can work off my meal by the time I come home. I don't know if I burn that many calories, but I tell myself that so I don't feel bad for eating restaurant food. Sometimes I like to go over board and get the fried chicken. It isn't one of the two dollar specials, but it is really good. I love to lick the grease off of my fingers while I eat the chicken. That is my idea of of a great meal!

I waited at the counter until they gave me my food. They don't have waitresses at this place, you have to wait at the counter until your food is ready. That is probably why it is so cheap, they don't have to pay people to bring you your food. I don't mind though, I like their food and I like saving money. I could go to these other places, but they charge more and the food isn't half as good. I also like going to a place where the workers know me. I like it when people know how I like my food. It might sound stupid, but that means a lot to me.

Sometimes when I eat at a restaurant, I like to sit near the window while I eat. I like to look outside at the cars and the people that pass by.

I have always been like that, I also like to read the newspaper while I eat. But, that can get messy depending on what you are eating. Not something I like to do while I'm eating their famous fried chicken. I would get that great tasting grease all over the paper and not in my gut!

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw what looked like my ex-boyfriend. I about pissed my pants when I realized it was him. I don't have anything against Eric, I really don't. The problem is, he broke my heart. I don't even understand what happened, he broke up with me.

He said that I was nagging him too much about stuff. That might have been true, but he could have told me to shut the fuck up or something. No need to break up with me over that. Especially thinking that we were together for almost two years. I don't think a two year relationship is something that you throw out over night. Not me, but I haven't argued with him since he wanted to break up. In fact, I haven't said one thing to him. We have been broken up for almost three months now. I still think about Eric, every day I do. It is hard to forget about someone who played such a big part of my life.

I've spent a lot of time crying over Eric. Probably too much time if you get right down to it. I still love him, I know that for a fact. I think about him every night while I'm laying in bed. I think back to how he used to cuddle me while we were in bed. He always liked to cuddle, there wasn't a night that went by that we didn't cuddle. I especially liked it in the winter time. I liked how he would keep me warm on those cold nights. But, all of that was gone now. The bed is lonely with just me in it, but I have survived. Maybe not to the best of my ability, but I have survived none the less.

I was kind of hoping that Eric wouldn't see me. That or maybe he would get his food to go. But, no such luck, he saw me and he got his order for here. I got butterflies in my stomach right away. He didn't have any expression on his face when he saw me. He didn't look happy or sad. If anything, he just looked really hungry. That shouldn't be much of a surprise, since we were in a restaurant.

“Mind if I sit down here?” Eric asked with his tray in hand.

I wasn't going to tell him no, that would make me look bitchy. After all, that is why he broke up with me. Though, I really didn't know what to say to him. I mean, we have been away from each other for almost three months.

“Sure,” I said as I wiped my mouth with a napkin.

Eric looked at me a few times and looked down at his food. I found it strange that he didn't even touch his food. He acted like he was thinking, about what I didn't know. I felt like I had so much to say to him, so many things on my mind.

But, I didn't know what to say. I'm the kind of person who doesn't want to appear to be weak. I don't want to give him or anyone else the upper hand when it comes to my emotional stability. But, even all that was just a lie to myself. He was everything to my emotional stability, he was my rock, my anchor.

Everything that I needed out of life I got out of him. In return, all I was, was a bitch. I guess that is how he views me.

“How have you been lately?” Eric asked as he raised his sandwich near his mouth.

“I'm alive,” I said trying to hold back my tears.

I didn't really know what else to say. It was good to see him, I could tell him that. It was also nice to hear his voice, I've missed the sound of his voice. I've also missed the smell of his cologne and the scent of his aftershave. All the things that made him a man, I miss those things. He excited every sense that I had and then some.

“What have you been up to?” I asked.

“I've got this really neat job. I fly hot air balloons.” Eric said with a mouthful of sandwich.

It hurt me to see him have any kind of excitement. He told me this with great happiness, that made me feel angry. Here I am feeling like shit and he's able to feel good. That doesn't seem fair, but nothing in life seems fair. I only wished that I had the ability to roll stuff off my back the way he does. But, maybe he was really hurting inside. He might have been holding it back, men are like that. Some men won't shed a tear around a woman for fear of being thought of as being weak.

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I know you won't believe this, but I'm going to tell you anyway. I've been nagging my husband to take me out on the town. I like to go out for dinner and dancing some times. We haven't had the money to do anything like this for awhile. The roof on our house started leaking and that took all of our money to fix. I hate being pinned inside all the time. I need to get out and have some fun.

I nagged and nagged my husband to take me some where. I wanted a nice meal and all that stuff. He told me that we couldn't afford it, but there was something that he could do. He could cook me a nice meal and we could dance in our house. He even said that he would buy a bottle of wine if I wanted him to. I then realized that there was no way in hell that we were going to be able to afford going out to eat. So, I figured I would just let him do whatever he wanted. I liked the idea of getting a little special treatment. Not only that, but I would love not to have to slave over a hot stove for once. I cook all the meals around here, so you can imagine how sick and tired I am of cooking. I don't mind cooking usually, unless it's hot outside. Then, I would much rather just order a pizza. The problem is, we usually never have any money for pizza. Sometimes I will get the frozen kind and just throw it in the oven. That way I don't have to stand out in the kitchen and work.

Mark, my husband asked if I could wash his suit for the occasion. That told me he was taking this serious. I was glad that he was taking it serious, because I needed some love and affection. I can't get enough hugs and kisses each day. I miss the times where he would do little sweet things for me. Like cooking me breakfast in bed or just sitting on the porch and drinking a glass of wine. We used to sit on the porch with a glass of wine and talk for hours and hours. We would talk so much, that we would forget to drink the wine. We aren't drinkers anyway, maybe a glass of wine here and there. I think wine gets me in the mood for love making. I don't know what it is about wine, but it does that to me. I usually only take a few sips and the rest goes to waste. The only time I can drink alcohol is, when I split a beer with Mark. Sometimes we will go down to the sports bar and we will drink beer and eat buffalo wings. We will split a beer and I can drink all of that. That's because they make those wings so damn hot, you need something to drink right away! I love spicy food though, so I'm not complaining.

I washed his good suit and I also washed a dress of mine. The white one that Mark likes so much. Mark says that likes how my tits look in my white dress. I'll take his word on that. I don't know, I don't go around looking at my tits all day. I washed the clothes and got them ready for the big day. This was about two days or so before it happened. I'll be skipping ahead a few days so I can tell you how it all went down. I don't want to spoil the story for you, but it really was a good time. I'll just leave it at that.

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“Have you ever wondered what it would be like to go to the moon?” I asked Kate as I slid my arm under her neck.

“I've thought about it a few times,” Kate said as she looked over at me.

Both of us were laying on the ground looking up at the moon. It was a full moon, a beautiful full moon. There is nothing other than death that has fascinated people like the moon has. Simply looking at it sparks creativity that leads to questions that we can't answer.

“Would you go up there if you had the chance?” I asked.

Kate paused for a few minutes and looked up at the moon. The sky was clear, except for a few clouds that would cover the moon from time to time. In between our conversation the night spoke to us. The silence was broken by the sounds of city life. Sounds from cars, people, and even insects.

“I would only go there if you went with me,” Kate said as she kissed me lightly on the lips.

This made me feel good inside. I have been with so many women who really didn't care about me. I don't care if it was just some mushy shit to make me feel good. It did make me feel good, it also made me feel good that she would say such a thing. I like it when my partner tries to make me happy. Oh, why should I call her my partner? Just because I'm a lesbian doesn't mean that I can't have a lover. Kate is my lover, plain and simple.

“That is a nice thing of you to say. But, would you really go to the moon?” I asked as I moved my body closer to hers.

“I don't know, I really don't know. I'm not sure there is a reason for me to go up there,” Kate said as she looked at the moon.

Kate did have a point, I never thought about it like that before. I have always been interested in the moon, I try to look at it every night. I have since I can remember, I guess it is one of my quirks. I'd love to go to the moon, but I don't have a reason to go. I wouldn't be able to do any kind of science experiments or something that would make humanity better. But, it would be neat to look into outer space and to see what the earth looks like from far away.

“I'd like to go to the moon. I have no reason to, but I would like to look out into outer space and look back at the earth,” I explained.

“If you were up there, I would wave at you from down here,” Kate said as she gave me another kiss.

I wasn't sure that I could take all of this love. I have never experienced love like this. I have always dreamed of finding a nice woman who would love me, but I really never thought I would find her. Sometimes I think I really didn't try too hard, because I was afraid to admit that I am a lesbian. I'm not ashamed of it, but my family doesn't like it. I should say they don't understand, that would be more like it. My dad is okay with it, my mom on the other hand isn't. I can understand why my dad likes it, most men like the idea of two women having sex.

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I think I have finally met the man of my dreams. He is tall, good looking and has a great job. Not to mention, he loves to wear great smelling aftershave. I love a man who wears aftershave, it smells so clean and fresh. A good smelling man brings a smile to my face every time.

My boyfriend's name is Bob. He is thirty three years old, while I just turned thirty years old. I don't mind the fact that he is three years older than me. I have always liked older men. Usually older than Bob, but I think Bob is the man for me.

I cooked all day long. All fucking day long. You see, Bob's parents were coming over to my place for supper. Bob wanted me to meet his mom and dad. I said that I would love to meet them and suggested that they come over to my house for supper. I don't know if that was such a good idea. I had to spend all day long cooking. I made every damn thing from scratch. Even the pasta that we ate!

Bob's family is Italian, so I made Italian food. These are the type of Italians who don't eat any other kind of food. I don't know if they are foreigners or not, but I know they love their Italian food. Bob does too, but he likes other stuff too. Bob says that nothing I cook tastes bad. I don't know if he is being nice or what. I do cook a lot of different stuff for him. He seems to like the stuff that I cook for him.

This is what actually took place.

Bob and his parents come over. Supper was just about finished, so I wasn't too worried. I am the type of woman who worries about how people will accept her. I know that some parents can be picky. The last thing I need to do is piss off his parents.

“Sure smells good in here.” Bob's dad said.

“Thanks, the food will be done any minute now.” I said.

I went into the kitchen and I brought out the meal. I won't bore you with all of the details. We had pasta, grilled fish, and some side dishes. I don't cook Italian food too often, but I got these recipes online. I never knew there are so many Italian cooking sites on the Internet.

“This sauce is good.” Bob's mom said as she ate her pasta.

“Thank you.” I replied politely.

“Why don't you cook like this for me?” Bob's dad asked.

“I knew you would say that.” She said to Bob.

Everyone finished their pasta and I brought out the grilled fish. I grilled two whole fish, but I took off the heads. I can't stand looking at a fish head while I am eating. I don't know how people can eat when their food is looking at them!

“Damn, this fish is better than the pasta!” Bob's dad said as he ate the fish.

“Bob, I demand that you marry this woman right away!” Bob's dad said with a mouthful of fish.

I can tell that Bob must get his character from his mom. Don't get me wrong, Bob's dad seems like a nice guy, but he speaks up more than Bob does.

“It's a good thing that I am married, or I would ask you to marry me.” Bob's dad said to me.

“Oh, that is so nice of you to say.” I said while laughing.

I didn't know what the fuck to say. What was I suppose to say.

“Trust me Dan, she wouldn't want anything to do with you.” Bob's mom said laughing.

“Why do you say that?” Bob's dad said while eating.

“Most women don't want to wait a half hour to an hour for Viagra to kick in. When they want sex, they want sex. Not some limp noodle that functions when you are out of the mood.” Bob's mom said laughing.

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