It's raining, and I've just finished grading homework for few unlucky ones (if they keep studying like this, I can see them failing class). I have made mixed herb tea, and tried to watch TV, but 99 channels and nothing's on. I wish I was somewhere sunny and warm, which reminds me of summer after I graduated from university.
For last two years of university I was dating a much older man. He was in early 40s, charming, sweet, good body, tall and strong, pretty good in bed, rich, and most important of all - he was very good with my son. That's a huge bonus for any guy - be good to my son. Guys who don't get along with my son don't really stand a chance. Guys who don't like him, or he doesn't like them - that ends fast.
Anyway, as reward for my graduation in 2002 he took us on a month long vacation. We spent two weeks visiting Spain, France, and Netherlands. Wine, wine, weed, and sex. I had him rubbing me under my skirt on top of Eiffel tower. Also, we went to museums and sight seeing - we're not complete savages. After that, he took us sailing on chartered boat. Just three of us on the boat, and I didn't bother with bikini or clothes unless it was chilly or we were in port. To be honest, swimming in open sea is a little terrifying. Doing it at night was down right horror show when I felt something touching my foot. Screamed and ran out of water like a little girl.