When i returned from my trip, i declaired to her; One hundred days Forth, my One singular desire for you will be to be at your beck and call for all your womanly needs.
Every now and then my mind forgets. Was it One? Was it Three? No. I dare say it was Five! Yes, thats how many days it was that we made love so passionately at the old villa.
One hundred Dirty Trees! What a mess was after the storm. We tackled it together, which was better than not. Made a new cabin we did, new ones were born there after.