Short Shameful Confession

Sometimes at night, after Mike has gone to bed, I hold my beast in my arms, stare soulfully into my beast's eyes, and sing John Denver songs. Usually it's Annie's Song.

You fill up my senses, like a night in the forest, like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain...Come let me love you, let me give my life to you....

And then Eliza delicately sticks out her long pink tongue and licks my chin.