This is my tush
Colin bit my butt through my shorts. All night I was like a "Nam" vet with Post Traumatic Stress. Everytime I saw him I got nervous - he had that look!
I hated when he went behind the kitchen island and I lost sight of him.
Freaked me out like when you think there is something in the water below you but you just can't see it!
I'd catch a glimpse of him .."what's that...did you see that..where is it?"
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