Last night I had a very wet dream. Yes, I will tell the tale. From about 7 last night I felt an odd feeling in my room. I can hardly find words to explain the sensation that it evoked. It almost felt like I was not alone in the room but in reality I really WASN'T alone in the room, my husband was with me. Anywho...I was working on my book when my husband drifted off to sleep next to me. I was getting wrapped up in Facebook and other social media when I heard heavy breathing. Now those three or four loyal followers probably know where this is going. For those of you who don't read the blog very often...you will just have to find out. Moving on. I checked to see if the heavy breathing was coming from my husband but he was surprisingly quiet. I heard the breathing move away from me into my closet. So I decided to get up and follow the sound. Now this makes me sound like I am pretty fearless, I'm not. Stupidly curious, yes. Fearless, no. It was with much reluctance that I did...
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