Tenderly we touched. Lovingly we caressed. WE WERE ON FIRE. Extra special attention was paid to my **** little stumps. They were the star of this show! Jasmine oil was massaged into every groove and crease. I love him. He loves me. But, I still do not know his name? Did he make you smile Chris? Did he make you smile Caroline? Did he make you smile Rhandom? I think the answer to that question is NO! He only smiles at ME! In the afterglow of our union I asked him “Why? Hello Poetry?” He said that you are all Fraudsters. Fakes. *******. None of you helped me? Not one? I think he was testing you? The plot thickens.