One evening my boyfriend of three years phoned to let me know that he was on his way home from work. Previously I had gone to the florist and bought day old roses, red to symbolize my deepest love for him, pulled all the petals of and made a trail. It started at the front door and led dow this long hallway, through the dining room, the parlor and out onto the porch in our secluded back yard. Should I mention we live on the golf course, in Hawaii and the night sky glowed amber, magenta, and purple from the sun that just had set. Well, when I had gone shopping that day I also bought the local grocery store out of whip cream23 tubs. Lastly I bought a small inflatable baby pool.

I was carefull to prepare this ahead of time so the whip cream would be fluffy and not frozen. My honey walked through the door..followed the trail out to the back where I was laying in just a g-string and tons of whip cream...

mouth hanging in disbelief...grabed the bottle of cherries...threw one in my belly-button...

droppped his pant's soo fast...and dove in. And the rest was history. I'll leave it up to your imagination what happened after that.