We all have our calling. I am fortunate that mine is love and beauty and sex.

[Said with a grin, and a playful hand that dips low to squeeze his butt over top his sleep pants.]

And is that so? I’m afraid I haven’t had a much of a chance to talk to him since our pretend date. [And she’d put that in the category of sweet over unpredictable, although she’d been surprised how readily he’d accepted pretending to be her boyfriend for sweets.] What is the most wild thing that you’ve seen him do?