From 2006 This is a story about a man who wandered from the woods into the desert and found a whole new way of living. The only thing needed to be known about his life in the woods is that it was filled with irrational and aberrant choices degrading all the good decisions. The desert life surrounds you with people who came there to get something. That's not all bad. That's if what you came to get is love. And you found it. First thing that comes to mind about desert is the climate, which is reasonably controlled. The real attribute of the desert is the perception that you're away from it all if the from is the woods, where you were surrounded by people you actually cared about. But, were it not for the love, the urge to regress could take traction, shrink satisfaction and get her poor dog a bone. Rover aspirations aside, the desert charms you with the mountains as crown molding to diffused sky colorings, as the yard foliage swings in the breeze. Makes you want to talk about it with someone who loves you - hey, that's what this is. Only the one I love sees it right next to me and describes it in like admirations. Now if this were for submission, at this junk shore, we'd be taking the plot to succumbing to excessive temptations that abound in the desert, and having him be murdered by his lover who's a nurse politician. And the whole point of the story would be changed into a lesson on How do we Filter the Ugly which was Thrust Upon Us?. You want to believe you can handle ANY situation and no rehearsal should be required and my need to rehearse can be done cerebrally. But this is for just us and the plot is locked onto love's pleasures featuring the two of us, presently into P & P (oops, sorry about that P and half-P), with assistance from the CC which includes / * , and pleasure rubs of vascular rectitude. Two handers on the table are virtually impossible to lead to anything but contributions of uncontrite splashes of love juice. Boy I wish I solicited acknowledgment to stroke on, sweet rower. The rhythm was just right. And it etched your harmony with my breach so vividly I'm right back there as this comes out. Missing was her instruction to erupt, like do it for me, it's all that I want. Doesn't matter though - look what it's doing for me on a rainy Monday morning. Marie's, I'm coming..