I had been wondering how I might make myself more attractive to Bear. Diet and exercise were both a thought. After some deliberation I decided to pick up a nice cold sore for myself. It was the perfect size and fit; and placed so elegantly on my mouth that I knew he would melt, and how right I was! What a lucky guy I’ve got. My next thought was a new outfit, different hair color, maybe learn to pole dance while crooning Billie Holladay. But I just figured all that stuff was old and tired. Just when I’d decided that I was already so sexy that there was no way of outdoing myself… BAM! Stomach flu. You’re welcome, my love.