It’s a crisp, cold, sunny Saturday morning here in Atlanta.  Tater and I bundled up for a 15-20 ish minute morning walk this morning and I have to say, it felt really good to this northern girl.  So, we’re back inside for the time being, with cut oats simmering on the stove, some classic sirens singing through my speakers, and a WIP in front of me looking for attention.

Though the door was ajar the two Weres clearly had not expected interruption. I wish I could say that I’d never thought about how sex between Weres would look. But I had. I was celibate. Not a saint. In the same slanting sunlight into which I’d awoken they ground together on the window bench. A flash of brittle heat rushed down my spine and I clutched at a shelf with one hand and the quilt with the other. Every vision I’d fabricated in my mind was so, so far away from the incendiary truth of reality.

I’ll leave you with that…I’m off to help my Weres get it on ;)