the honeymoooooon
Tim would have missed Dixon more if he didn't remind himself daily that their honeymoon was only going to be a week long and was occurring about fifteen minutes away from where he was located. Also, he was in his godfather's care, and his godfather happened to be a doctor. Not a bad set up, really.
Also, their honeymoon had so far featured Bridget going round in slightly less clothes than she usually did. He had no objections to this.
The weather had been perfect, their lean-to was surprisingly comfortable and offered more than enough privacy for the purposes of the event. And speaking of which, there was Bridget in a swimming suit. Tim, barefoot, cargo-shorted and truly-coming-apart-at-the-seams-work-shirted stood up to go slide a towel around her and kiss her neck.
"Hullo woman to whom I am married," he greeted, rather pleased by the sound of it.
Also, their honeymoon had so far featured Bridget going round in slightly less clothes than she usually did. He had no objections to this.
The weather had been perfect, their lean-to was surprisingly comfortable and offered more than enough privacy for the purposes of the event. And speaking of which, there was Bridget in a swimming suit. Tim, barefoot, cargo-shorted and truly-coming-apart-at-the-seams-work-shirted stood up to go slide a towel around her and kiss her neck.
"Hullo woman to whom I am married," he greeted, rather pleased by the sound of it.