She woke with a smile gracing her face.  She looked at her handsome lover, and sighed.  If she could wake every morning, for the rest of her life, just like this, she would indeed be one very happy lady.  Gently rolling onto her back, she reached for his handsome face, and pulled him down for a kiss.<br/><br/>"My dreams, were of us, Darling.  For all the years to come, this time, will be so special.  I love you, Jeremiah, with all my heart, and I want to spend my life, showing you just how much you mean to me."  Marti had never felt like this in her life before,<em>ever</em>.  There was something so wonderful about falling in love, and loving that person with a fierceness one would never know, before or since.  If this lasted a lifetime, to would end too soon.<br/><br/>Her head rolled on the pillow, to glance at the clock.  She recalled in her rousing, that he had said something about the luau.  She knew they had to get dressed, and she was glad for the adjoining door to her own room.  She had packed a couple of pretty dresses for such occasions, but she didn't know, when she left home, she would be attending with the man of her dreams.<br/><br/>She watched as he got up off the bed, and she followed him, slowly.  She padded into the bathroom, and sat down on the toilet to piddle.  She had no qualms about her nakedness in front of this man.  She knew he loved her, just the way she was.  Marti had dreamed of finding a man like Jeremiah, but had begun to think he didn't exist.  Sighing lightly, she was glad they had found each other, and thanked her lucky stars for the guidance of the fates, or whoever or whatever had brought their two lonely souls together.<br/><br/>Padding into her own room, she called to him, to ask his opinion as to which dress she should wear.  There was a periwinkle blue sleeveless, or a peachy-pink short sleeved frock, with a swingy skirt.  Both dresses were pretty, and she had brought a white shawl, to ward off the cool breeze that would undoubtedly blow in off the ocean waters.<br/><br/>They dressed, together, sweet kisses and short caresses, for neither could not touch the other.  She was glad, she didn't have to fuss much with her hair, the humidity providing her blond curls with the body that living in the dry prairies never did.  A light dusting of powder to her face, and a soft pink lipstick, and she was ready.  Marti had never been a "high maintenance" girl, and was just as comfy without any makeup as with.<br/><br/>She grabbed her evening handbag, and announced she was ready, and she put her arm through his.  She smiled at him, so proud to be seen on his arm.  So very much in love.