reporting for duty!!

Well, we both missed each other terribly while I was away at college, and since my porch doesn't have a phone or the Internet, we couldn't communicate at all, so the day that I returned, we both cried in each others arms, then that night, we made gentle, sweet, slow love.
 
I already did. Don't you remember "I Raped Jesus with a Christmas Tree"? I wrote it from the perspective of my porch. Word of advice, though, when you want to experiment, start smaller than a Christmas tree. Oh, but how we do laugh about it now.