suddenly she felt rather langurous. She sort of nodded off. At least she assumed so, because as if in a dream, she saw a beautiful man. Not beautiful in a "pretty" sense, but a presence that drew one's attention. He knelt beside her, took her hand so gently, and kissed her!

He kissed as if he had all the time in the world, and he focused that time only on her.

And then he drew back and said...

Marge is the love of my life.