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yanked my jeans off. “You ready for the tootsie roll,” he said, kissing my navel, making his way down to what he calls my tootsie. Then he began rolling that wicked tongue. Bashful, I tried to cover my excitement.
    Oral sex was still very taboo to me. Michael pushed my hands away from my face and held them down firmly. “Baby, look at your man when he’s working,” his sexy baritone voice commanded, sending chills up my body. Michael may just be the most romantic man I’ve ever been with, and the freakiest as well . . .
    After an erotic shower with Michael, I finally slipped into the teddy and crawled into bed, lying on top of him. “Oh yeah, I forgot to give you this,” Michael said, pulling a little box from underneath the pillow. A beautiful tennis bracelet was inside and I didn’t know what to say.
    I find myself being outdone by him all the time. I remember our first date. I was fifteen minutes late, so I arrived with a dozen red roses in hand. I thought I was really doing something. Michael said he’d never gotten flowers before and was impressed.
    For our second date, before he picked me up, about twelve dozen long-stem white roses showed up at my job. I was so undone as the delivery guy crammed all those vases into my tiny office, and so was everyone else who was watching. Humph, I think I’m still blushing from that day. Falling in love with him was easy. Michael may have a lot of baggage, but his knack for romance gets me every time.
    Relaxed and tension-free, Michael and I were pulling up into the driveway.
    â€œHome sweet home,” I said, following our marvelous weekend away, but I wished we could have stayed up in the Poconos forever. Michael laughed as he opened the car door to let me out.
    â€œI promise to take you away more often. Okay?” Michael said with a loving look.
    The telephone was ringing as we entered the apartment. I picked up, noticing our answering machine had been quite busy while we were away.
    â€œHello?” I said, wondering who the twenty messages were from. It was strange that the same number appeared several times on the screen. Probably one of those computerized solicitors selling something I didn’t need. I jotted down the number on my mini postboard, in case it was important. It was my granny on the other end.
    â€œHey, Granny.”
    â€œHey!” she chuckled like she always did when she heard my voice. I loved that about her. No matter how good or bad I felt, I could always count on her to lift my spirits.
    â€œWhere has my grandbaby been? I’ve been calling since yesterday and all morning today.” Granny loved to fuss. “That message you left me about MJ had me worried. My grand sounding like she losing her mind down there. Chile, you better talk to me,” Granny demanded.
    â€œEverything is better now. Michael treated me to an overnight getaway. Actually we were just walking through the door,” I said, trying to reassure her that I was fine.
    â€œThat’s what I like to hear. Now as for that little MJ, his butt just needs a good beating!” Granny and I both giggled.
    â€œI know that’s right, but I’ll leave that up to Michael,” I said, lowering my voice.
    â€œWhy are you whispering? Is Michael nearby?”
    â€œWell sort of. You know how small this apartment is. I’ll call you tomorrow from the office and tell you all about MJ’s little tantrum,” I said.
    â€œOkay, don’t forget. Oh, and before
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forget, I wanted to let you know that I spoke to the caterer today. Your Jewish friends will be happy to know there will be no problem providing a few kosher dishes for the wedding,” my granny said, and all I could do was release a sigh of relief.
    â€œWhat would I do without you!”
    â€œLord knows I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure Buffalo sees the most extravagant wedding this city has ever seen!”
    Ever since