Dear Mademoiselle, vos autres amants are coming out of the woodwork - but I carry the epithet of War. My boat ...I can get a bigger boat With espionnage I (from Miss) and a tape measure - I can be Lord of your demesne (he!he! ...and my own). If I whisk you off to the Vanuatu -New Hebrides, I will have to bind you so I don't crash on your rocks before we get there - or your blade breaches my jugular - whichever comes first - then I will unbind you .................until bedtime ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤💕💕💕💕💕🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤💕💕💕💕💕💕💕