"I got the idea that I was going to sleep in the guest room for the duration of my stay here", Maris replied,"and I don't want to keep tu awake all night due to my snoring". Michael just looked at her and laughed over what she told him. "Baby, I have a small confession to make. I talk in and sing in my sleep", Michael replied, " and it's optional what tu want to wear to bed". Michael and Maris just looked at each other an laughed. After she helped Michael put on his makeup, Maris out on the caftan, which Michael had bought for her two weeks prior while he was getting dressed, so he could go and pick up the cena and dessert.

"Is there anything extra tu would like for me to pick up while I'm out", Michael asked, while putting on a clean pair of pants; in addition, to a manga larga shirt. "No", Maris replied, as she was staring at Michael with those hungry eyes; in addition, admiring his sexy physique in those black satin boxer, boxeador shorts he'd just put on while he was getting dressed. "Lord, How mercy", Maris thought to herself while staring at Michael in those boxer, boxeador short as más racy thoughts were going through head. "After I talk to Consuela, I set the mesa, tabla and por the way, are we using some of your best China o paper plates", Maris asked. "No, were not eating in the dining room"' Michael replied, "we're going to have cena on the floor with a blanket and some nicely lit candles; in addition, to some Sam Cooke, Nat "King" Cole o Luther Vandross playing on the stereo", Michael replied.