Unfortunately, these sea creatures feel the pain of boiling water and would cry out for mercy if they just had vocal chords like us. However, they baked Barbara's fare instead of steamed it, so the poor guy had to put up with a bit more torture than and instantaneous aquatic death. How could you enjoy a meal after that?But relish she did, taking each deliberate bite slowly toward her open and sexy lips. Then, after a round of sirloin, baked potato, deep-fried zucchini and bread, she'd be back at the lobster tail. No guilt. No remorse. No shame. Just a big, broad, beautiful smile on her face.
I smiled back through the tears. Happy Valentine's Day, Dear.
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