Falling For Sue Ellen

“You do?” she asks, turning to me.

“Every chance I get, I stay in bed with you, don’t I?” I ask her.

“Yes. Yes, you do,” she says before kissing my chest, just over my heart.

Falling for a Jones Sister wasn’t for the faint of heart. She has made me a better man. Falling for Sue Ellen has been my absolute pleasure.

She is my heart, soul, my everything.

She is my Thanksgiving miracle on Fall Mountain.