Remembering past euphoria is an on/off the morning after. The on part was reminiscent of getting back from active duty when you overindulge. The off piece is the meaninglessness of those imagined memories especially when the talk got walky and the holding got eroto-tactile. It might have been like the first cigarette after being somewhere for hours where smoking is ixnay. That alone says the best part of the hump is the first hours back home.

The deliriousness of the provision grab muted the cantankerousness on the meranda, hence the emphasis on the rub down and the rub nightcap.

Lo phys and 99 with a 25 flair. This is ness laden. Favorite ness Eliot or P?