Hey Tony [Schiavone], I'm glad to see you back, especially after seeing your front.
Mi Corazon. Mi alma. Son tuyos. " My heart. My soul. They are yours, he whispered against the generous curve of her breast as a million sensations, all of them hot, all of them rich, all of them straddling the razor-sharp edge of pain, ripped through his loins like a flash fire and stripped him of everything but consciousness. "Tuyo. Todo que tengo es tuyo. " Yours. Everything I have is yours.