My name is Ramona Fuller, and let me tell you that sleeping with someone is one of the most emotionally wonderful things ever. When you sleep with someone, you're completely lowering your defenses with that special someone. You're allowing yourself to be completely vulnerable because you trust them with your life. When I slept with Jackson for the first time, I convinced myself it was because I was scared of a little thunder and needed his protection. However it was more than that. If I didn't trust Jackson, I wouldn't have fell asleep in his arms. However I slept with Jackson because I did trust him with my body and heart completely. And eventually I trusted him enough to share my body with him completely through making love. You see young people that have never had sex before, kind of have this wrong idea that sex is just some ultra extreme version of kissing. However it's not. It's letting every guard down and sharing your mind, body, and soul with someone completely. You see kissing someone may give you a little shot of emotional adrenaline. But sex... it's deeper, more powerful, more intense... and way scarier... because if that person you're sharing yourself with breaks your trust... well, you know it's going to bring you great pain... and it did.

When Jackson cheated on me with Lola, it broke my heart to a point where I never thought it would heal again. It took time to trust Jackson again... a lot of time. However taking things slow with Jackson the second time around allowed our relationship to be built on a more solid foundation. We had a deeper understanding of each other, and a greater respect for one another; so that when we finally did have sex again... it felt more intimate... it felt more powerful. I mean... yeah, I guess anyone could have sex with a stranger, and you would obviously feel something. However just having sex with a stranger... that's just two people giving into practically animalistic instincts. Having sex with someone you've actually had a strong long-term relationship... it's deeper... it's magical... it's much more pleasurable... it's just perfect.

Now I will say, I thought the day I got married to Jackson was the happiest day of my life. However: anyone who thinks your wedding day is the pinnacle of happiness is solely mistaken. Your wedding day is simply the beginning of a journey; a journey that if played out right can result in you and your partner growing closer together than ever. You see as time goes by in a marriage, you and your partner begin to adjust your schedule, routine, and habits around each other. The way you wake up, the way you simply move around the house, and even your simple preferences in how you eat, walk, and talk are impacted by the marriage to your partner. And of course the great highlight of marriage... the sex gets even better.

As the years went on... me and Jackson studied each other's bodies in great depth. Through time and experience: we touched, squeezed, slapped, rubbed, nibbled, and licked every square inch of the other's body. Over time: Jackson learned exactly how to squeeze my butt with those big hands of his just right, he learned how to stick his tongue into my vagina just the right way and just the right depth in order bring me the highest level of pleasure, and learned just the right speed at which to move his manhood into me in order to drag out our sexual pleasure. Meanwhile I learned exactly just the right level of speed and intensity to suck Jackson's penis to be at just the right level of excited, I learned just the right poses and teases to get him turned on (they all involve him first seeing my naked butt before seeing my breasts and vagina), and I learned tricks on how to move my body and ride Jackson so that my orgasm could always be held back and then dragged out. However with all that being said, we also spent the next several decades still practicing new forms of experimentation.

Whenever we were alone at home, we would practice having sex in new places such as the kitchen table, living room couch, the washing machine (while it was turned on), the stairs (that one was pretty intense), the back of a car while it was in the garage, on top of the bathroom sink (feeling the faucet push into your butt while your man pushes his penis inside of your vagina is extremely intense), and of course: the shower. And the positions we tried... oh God, there were so many positions. Sitting in Jackson's lap while he sat up, standing up and doing it while Jackson pressed me against the wall, doggy style (Jackson loved that one a lot), the classic missionary position (that position I loved a lot), riding Jackson like a cowgirl (we both loved that one equally a lot), laying on our sides in the spooning position, the seated wheelbarrow position (Jackson got super turned on by that one), the tabletop position (I got very turned on by that one), the upstanding position (we both really got turned on by that one), and so many more. The point is... as time went by, me and Jackson got to know each other fully and completely on so many levels. We knew each other's likes, dislikes, thoughts, impulses, and of course: we knew each other's bodies like we knew our own. As time went by... as cliché as it seems to say... our minds and souls became one.

The thing about sharing your mind and soul with someone though is... it's like you're addicted to your significant other. Whenever me and Jackson would be apart, there would always be a sense of pain I felt; as if I was losing my better half. Now I know many people say that you shouldn't revolve your life around your partner, and that you should create a good life for yourself. The thing is though, I did. I got a good education, and a good job, and by myself: I am a very strong, skilled, and competent woman. However like I said: when you sleep with someone, when you have sex with someone, when you marry someone, when you share your entire with someone... you're having your entire soul become part of something much more than yourself. Now even though I felt pain whenever I was away from Jackson, I still had much to pre-occupy my mind with. There was raising our daughter Tien, and later helping raise our grand-daughter Lee. Both of them were certainly a handful, and there were many hardships we all faced together... but in the end... I am proud at how they both turned out. They too are both strong, skilled, and competent women. And of course we saw that potential when our grand-daughter Lee and her husband Matt finally welcomed into the world our first great-grand-child... followed by three more.

However like that cliché saying goes... all good things come to an end. Eventually the time came when me and Jackson just became very old. The bad knees kicked in first for me, while the bad back kicked in first for Jackson. One day I fell down the stairs really bad and wound up having to stay in the hospital long term. Jackson meanwhile was dealing with cancer and around the same time had to be put in the hospital as well. Luckily we were able to have the hospital staff put us in the same room, so we got to lay right near each other. Our last night together... despite us both being in pain... was still a night full of happiness. Despite being hooked up to life support, I was able to reach out and hold Jackson's hand. I looked into his eyes and told him how happy I was that I came into his bedroom that one night to sleep with him. Jackson looked back at me, smiled, and said how sleeping with me made him happier than anything else in existence.

Late that night Jackson peacefully died in his sleep. Tien and Lee both got to be there when it happened. Once Jackson was pronounced as deceased, I looked at my daughter and grand-daughter. I told them how much I loved them, but then told them I was ready to be taken off life support, since there was no way at this point I was going to get any better, that I had said and done all I could for them and the great-grand-children, and more importantly... because I would not and could not sleep one night without my other half. The final words and goodbyes were then said... and then I felt myself drift off to sleep. And as I did, I saw a bright light and saw Jackson was there in that light waiting for me smiling. I reached out to Jackson, embraced him, and laid down in the light with him. Finally... we would get to sleep together forever...

THE END

*Author's Note - And so this story ends. Thank you to all of my readers for joining me on this journey. As much as I wanted this series to go indefinitely, my most loyal readers are probably aware that the waiting between new chapters was starting to get much longer. This was mostly because it was getting harder to come up with ideas for new chapters, and also because I was beginning to realize that the only way the story could properly continue and evolve is if Jackson and Ramona were no longer present... and I just couldn't do that. I knew that one day this series would have to end with Jackson and Ramona passing away. And I didn't want to do that... but knew that day would eventually come. However I wanted the final chapter to be a celebration of their love, and despite their passing at the end, I wanted everyone to know their love would last into eternity. Again, thank you all for joining me on the journey. I invested nearly three years into this series. I hope you all got wonderful memories and were positively impacted by these stories. And similar to how new Full House/Fuller House fans are born every day, it is my hope that in the years to come: more of those fans who are longing to see the Fuller House characters continue to grow - will find proper satisfaction when they discover and read my stories. Take care everyone, and again: thank you for reading.