Hello Peoples! Since I am awaiting the return of my muse, I shall write this story.
What if Mia married Andrew and had chosen love of country over love of life? Well I'll tell u what happened.
As I lay in bed with Andrew I couldn't help thinking:
GOD THIS MAN IS WONDERFUL IN BED! Oh come
on you know it's true. I lay on top of him with my
knees gripping his hips and me playing with his
hands. Looking at how perfectly they fit together. I
giggled and buried my head in his chest. "What is so
funny"? "Do you remember our wedding night"? He
laughed into my hair. "Yes that was an incredibly
charming song". I laughed again, and then I broke
into giggles. He started singing/saying the words in
a whisper. "Hey Andrew, I like the things you do". I
picked it up from there. "Hey Andrew! If I could I
would be you. You're the one and only consort, your
skin has the one and only taste. You know how to
take a girl and make out with her". We both said the
last part. "GRRRRRRREAT"! Then we broke out into
laughter. I rolled off of him and onto my side of the
bed. He kissed my neck. YES! Just the opening I
needed…………. I turned over and made out with
Andrew my husband. I liked the sound of that, my
husband.