Now I want to marry her.

She worked part time at a resort which had weekly events, which people came from out of town to attend. This gave her a new group of guys to choose from every Monday, for that week. Her smile was exciting, her beauty breastfull. She loved balling by the ocean at night. Her part time job was just right for her, giving her a variety of new people to meet and get to know each week. She really likes the first few times with a man. His shyness, his first moves being bold with her. She enjoys him and then throws him back to the sea. On Monday mornings, she wonders through the resort, and studies next week's stock of new men to choose from.

This is the kind of lady who I have loved. This is the kind of lady I want to love forever. I want to feel her life. I want to support her. I want her to rely on me, and feel safe and secure. I want her going off on her own for meeting and playing with men for the years of her life. I shall support her. She shall rest her home with me, and then go out ballin whenever she gets an itchin to. I love her for this. This is why I would marry her before other, more boring women