About me: pot in the fire to boil the water. He turns to her
and wonders what it is she is dreaming. He stares
at her; noticing her nipples through the material
of her flimsy t-shirt. She is cold from the
morning air and she is obviously having a deeply
arousing dream, for she is moaning and squirming.
He notices a coy little smirk on her lips. He
grins. He takes the skillet and begins to make
breakfast. He is cooking eggs and bacon over the
open flames and turns to make certain she is not
disturbed. He
