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In today's entry Bernda (her mother is dyslexic) is the narrator:


Asleep in my own bed, I feel familiar sensations stir inside me. Outside my window there is a treeless yard, a figure slouches towards my window, peers in at me, naked, asleep in my own bed, I spread my legs, he winks and smiles and disappears, reappearing at the foot of my bed. I pull my legs together, roll over into a fetal position. I feel his hands on my ankles. He is strong. Strong enough to roll me gently onto my back, spread my legs.

I hear his smile crinkle. His lips taste of peppermint'; it makes a mild burning sensation on my vagina. It spreads open, the peppermint spreads too, inside me. It is his tongue. Long and flexible like a snake it enters me and peers into every crevice, I want to sit up, but the snake curls inside me and I fling my hips up, his eyes are fixed on my mine, the line of his sight a caress up the center of my body, between my breasts, his grunts make his tongue wriggle, or twisting his long tongue inside me makes him grunt. It is not his grunt, but mine. I twist and abrade the snake with my interior. The snake smiles and coils and thrusts. Hiding safe and warm inside the cave.

In two places at once, the same eyes stare at me, silent, tongue tied, and there is another tongue, that enters my mouth and wriggles to my throat. Long and flexible like its lover, they seek a meeting a place, a kiss, in the center of my being. Their kiss is wet and sloppy, two greedy tongues flicker their taunts at one another, the mouths grow wet, spurts of wetness, there is semen filling my mouth and my vagina. Another snake enters my anus. Two more affix themselves to my breasts. What is that kissing my belly button? Sucking on my neck? I am suddenly afraid.

“John, help me!”

John helps me. I tell him to push harder.

I just looked at main stats page and it appears chat is working FOR PAID MEMBERS ONLY.....I done with site after some 5 years now...c'ya all.

1/10/2015 Well I keep showing up like a bad penny LOL...just wanna say that my initial reaction was kinda a knee jerk one as I see that stats for the chat rooms are still the same...oh well I keep coming back here for the other features of the site. Have checked out a lot of others but just not the same so I re-initialized my profile and keep checking in hoping to see chat and read the forums and blogs...I see where a bunch of peeps are chatting on yahoo so I guess I'll check that out sometime soon...sure hope the this site sticks around as the community is the best of all the bi and other sites I've checked out...Drew if you're out there let us know you're alright as some of us are really concerned for your well being no matter what happens to the site. To all my friends and acquaintances I made here, feel free to message me if you wanna and hope to chat with you all soon...Peace, Love, Dove...Doc

I believe that scrotum stretching has a beneficial effect for males. Does anyone else have experience in doing this?
For some years I have spent a short time each day stretching my scrotum and it is now much bigger than originally.
The resulting difference for me is that my balls are now a lot bigger, and my right ball is now the same size as my left.

I think also that semen quantity is more.
I find that I need to pull my pants down a bit before I sit so that my ball bag can have plenty of room.

I meet some men who I think I may get along with but is there any way of telling if they maybe interested in a bi activity. I believe that probably at lease 50% of men have had a bi experience in their live and they want a man to suck them or are having a man suck regularly. What do you think?

who broke the chat?

[B][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]This is another excerpt from the book I wrote in November. It is a rough first draft and completely unedited. Both characters are vampires.

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[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]He was tempted, not by the water, not even by my naked form, but to please me. My inner peace was palpable, and it attracted him. He took off his shirt and hung it on the hook by the door instead of dropping it in a pile on the floor like I had. His shoes were placed neatly side by side, while one of mine was next to the shower and the other was under the counter. When it came time to take his pants off, he paused.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]
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[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]I rolled my eyes and looked away, yet he still grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist first. Then, with one swift motion, he slipped into the water and pulled the towel off so I saw nothing.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]
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[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]His modesty confused me. I could feel how much he desired me. It was Candy, and my husband, that held him back. Oh, he wasn’t worried about them so much as he was jealous that I liked them more. He could feel it.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]
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[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]But there, tonight, I couldn’t be with either one of them. I was locked in this room with him. I opened my mind to let him know that I was all his. Yet he still held back.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]
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[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]Although it wasn’t his intention, that teased me. I stretched my foot out, and my toes touched the outside of his bare thigh. I scooted down so my foot could caress the length of his leg. He didn’t give in to it, yet he didn’t move away either. My foot floated in between his legs, and I ran my toes up his inner thigh.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]
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[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]Still he didn’t flinch, nor did he stop me. I kept going until I reached his balls and nudged them lightly with my toes. He bit his lip. Under the water, the skin there felt even softer, and I noticed that I didn’t feel any hair. Did he really shave? Not that I thought of it, I didn’t recall seeing any razors in the house at all. Plus, he didn’t seem like the type.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]
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[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]“It’s weird,” he said. “I haven’t had to shave at all since I turned. Vince said it’s like since the hormones aren’t needed anymore, they just stop creating more hair in some people.”[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]
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[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]“Huh.” I shrugged and continued on, lifting his sack up with the top of my foot.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]
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[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]When he still didn’t react, I floated around until I was sitting next to him, our hips directly touching. My hand slid down his thigh, and the brazen contact with his skin excited me. I let my fingers float to his stomach and up his chest. He was looking forward with determination at this point, like he wouldn’t let himself give in. Up his neck to his chin, I turned him to face me and grabbed his face with both of my hands. I raised up out of the water to put my lips to his.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]
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[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]That was the last straw for him, he couldn’t contain himself anymore. Using the buoyancy of the water, he pulled me close to him. My knees went to either side of his, and my wet breasts pressed up against his chest. To stabilize myself, I put my arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around me to keep me as close as possible, his forearms crossing over my back.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]
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[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]The air felt cool and refreshing compared to the hot water, and it made me feel drunk. His lips felt so soft against mine, and my lips were drawn to his like magnets. I parted my mouth slightly and lightly licked his lips. That took him to even another level, and he pressed his lips to me hard, prying my lips apart with his tongue.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]
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[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]Without even realizing it, my hands began to drift. First they went to his hair, which was slightly damp in the back from his proximity to the tub. I ran my fingers through his hair, making him shiver even in the heat of the water, and he hugged me tighter. It made him relax his tongue, and I used the opportunity to lightly bite his lower lip.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]
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[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]His hand moved down my back and his fingers sank into my flesh. They were hot and passionate, making the water seem like an icy spring in comparison. It was the first time I had ever felt heat through his touch. No longer resisting, he pulled my body against his, and my breasts squished up against his chest.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]
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[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]I used the opportunity to bury my head in his neck, smelling his aroma without the distracting scent of sweet blood in the way. Without the sugary smells of human life essence, he smelled musky, like a subtle cologne. I wished I could bottle it up. His skin felt so soft against my cheek, and I turned my head and kissed his neck.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]
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[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]At first, he tensed up, remembering what happened last time I was so close. It distracted me. "Didn't you want this?" I thought, but didn't say out loud. He relaxed.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]
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[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]My knees tightened against his thighs, keeping me in place, as my left hand trailed up from the back of his neck to his cheek. Giving in, he let his head sink back, caressing his face in my hand. He put his full trust in me by exposing his neck.

(continued here: [url]http://www.bisexual.com/forum/entry.php?3352-Bathroom-Hot-Tub-scene-part-2[/url])[/FONT][/COLOR][/B]

[B][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial](continuation of part 1: [url]http://www.bisexual.com/forum/entry.php?3353-Bathroom-Hot-Tub-scene-part-1[/url] )
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[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]Had I wanted to, I could have ended his life right there. He hadn't fed, and he was hungry. If I drank from him on top of that, it would be easy to take so much from him that he couldn't survive. His head would sink under the water and he'd never come back up.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]
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[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]I shook the image from my head and held back tears. It wasn't until that moment that I had considered what I would feel if I lost him. Before, it was always about how I would survive, but he couldn't help me there anymore. I realized that I loved him.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]
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[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]My mind had been open and he went through this journey of feelings with me. Finally, he relaxed, actually relaxed, submitting himself to me entirely. I kissed in the hollow below his ear, then down his neck, over the jugular, and down to his collar bones. His hot flesh shivered, and I actually felt the prickle of goosebumps on his skin.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]
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[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]I let my hands take over the journey under the water, sliding slowly down his chest to his stomach. I floated backward, putting a little space between our bodies, and slipped my hand between his thighs. The jets made the current of the water flow against my hands, so I stopped momentarily to reach over and turn the hot tub off. Without the movement of the water, it made it easier for me to stay in place too.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]
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[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]Back under the water, my hand found his cock, not entirely hard yet. It reacted responsively under my touch. I slowly stroked down, pulling the skin tight as my hand pressed against his pelvis, and then pulled up until my fist covered the head. After each stroke, it grew more and more until it was more than twice the length of my fist.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]
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[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]I wanted him then. That hadn't been my plan, but hell, none of this had been planned. Even when I had disrobed in front of him and stepped into the tub, I thought that I was being no more than a tease. But now, I desired nothing less than having him in me.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]
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[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]He pulled me back to him, pressing our bodies together once again. I straddled his lap, and positioned myself in the perfect spot over him. I was so wet with my own juices that even the water hadn't washed them away, so his cock slid so easily into me.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]
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[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]A jolt of electricity shot through my body, like feeling him in me had transformed me into another state of being. I paused for a moment, relishing the feeling, before letting him fill me the rest of the way. It was like he was perfectly molded for my pussy, filling every nook from bottom to top. He floated forward to enter me further, and I wrapped my legs around him.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]
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[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]I supported no part of myself anymore. My arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, the only things my skin touched was his and the water. His hands were around my waist, and he rocked my hips against his. Subconsciously, I tightened up against him, trying to meld our bodies together as much as possible. I no longer realized where I was, the room, the lair, the quarry, the daylight so far away from us outside, none of it existed. It was only his body and mine in the water, water everywhere, there wasn't even a tub that contained it in my mind.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]
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[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]With each thrust, we traveled slowly through the water, until my back came to rest against the opposite side. I released my legs, and he sat me on the ledge. While my hands grasped his upper arms, using him as leverage to pull him into me, his hands went into my hair. My scalp tingled from his touch, and the electricity that stemmed from his fingertips met the bolts of lightning that surged up my body from between my legs. Had another being touched this water, surely they would be electrocuted to death.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]
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[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]His thrusts got more and more forceful, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming his cock back into me again. He put his hands on the edge of the tub and used the force of his strokes to pin me in place. I held on to his arms for dear life, and my entire body tensed against his. My Kegel muscles involuntarily contracted, making my pussy pulse against his cock.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]
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[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]As soon as I hit that plane of ecstasy, he exploded inside of me, and I inadvertently sank my nails into the flesh on the back of his arms. Together we screamed in passion. From somewhere outside the room, I got the distinct feeling that someone was pleased with the sound and what it meant. I ignored that other voice for now.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]
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[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]My companion started to back up and pull out, but I wrapped myself around him and wouldn't let go. He turned around and sat on the ledge, wrapping his arms around me as well. We sat there together, his soft cock still inside of me, basking in each other's glow and the warmth of the water. I lay my head on his shoulder, and we sat like that until we both started to fall asleep.[/FONT][/COLOR][/B]

[COLOR=#666666][FONT=Trebuchet MS]Sacrifice. Isn’t that what motherhood is all about? Or is that what we have made ourselves believe? We sacrifice our sleep, our vanity and often our dignity. Anyone who has ever whipped out a boob in a crowded restaurant or has had to deal with a screaming tantrum in a toy store knows exactly what I mean. We mothers have convinced ourselves that to be the best for our children, we have to give up almost everything that separates us from the childless women out there.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#666666][FONT=Trebuchet MS]But to be good mothers must we sacrifice that which makes us who we are? For [/FONT][/COLOR][B]Sophie Jenkins[/B][COLOR=#666666][FONT=Trebuchet MS], absolutely not. One recent evening, following dinner with her husband [/FONT][/COLOR][B]Steve[/B][COLOR=#666666][FONT=Trebuchet MS] and their six-year-old daughter, Sophie planned a fun night out dancing with the girls. This isn’t unusual for most moms – we still enjoy nights out with our friends, even though they may end earlier than they did in our child-free days. But for Sophie, the concept of ‘girls night out’ takes on a whole different meaning.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#666666][FONT=Trebuchet MS]On this night, Sophie enters the club and watches the gorgeous women, eyeing their soft curves. But she won’t be viewing them with envy, comparing her own body to theirs, as so many of us tend to do. No, Sophie will be looking at them with interest. You see, Sophie is a bisexual, married mom and tonight, she wants to find a woman to dance with and maybe make out with and then see where it leads.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#666666][FONT=Trebuchet MS]You might be shocked, even horrified, to think that Sophie is cheating on her clueless husband. You might be judging this behavior as unsuitable for a mom. But Sophie is neither cheating nor doing anything wrong. She is simply living her life the way she wants to. And Steve knows all about it.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#666666][FONT=Trebuchet MS]From the minute they met, Steve knew that Sophie was the woman he was going to marry and have children with. He also knew that she was bisexual and he had no problem with it. He understood that it’s the person – not the gender – that Sophie loves, and that she loves her husband deeply. And for the first few years of their marriage, it was enough.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#666666][FONT=Trebuchet MS]Then Sophie had her daughter, a traumatic birth that led to severe postpartum depression. She felt lost, unhappy and desperate to have her old life back, which had included dating women. After therapy and a lot of soul searching, Sophie realized that she had sacrificed too much. She is a married mom, yes, but she is also a bisexual woman who needs other women to feel whole.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#666666][FONT=Trebuchet MS]Bisexuality is confusing for most people. Isn’t it enough to just choose one gender and stick with it? Must people be allowed to sample from every menu? Well, why not? If Sophie’s bisexuality is “an elemental capacity to develop an attraction to the same gender,” then how can one argue with an innate part of her identity? Our most important job as moms is to teach our children to be proud of who they are. Sophie is doing exactly that. Though, like most parents, she has no intention of discussing her sex life with her daughter, she is exemplifying how to live a full, content life by being honest with herself and her husband about who she is.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#666666][FONT=Trebuchet MS]Where is her loving partner in all of this? Well, he also has desires, but his don’t include going to bars and picking up women. What he wants is the classic male fantasy: a threesome with his wife and another woman. But as Sophie explains, it’s not easy to find a woman who wants to be brought home to someone else’s husband. In fact, it’s so hard to find this elusive other woman that it became part of an iconic [/FONT][/COLOR][I]Sex and the City[/I][COLOR=#666666][FONT=Trebuchet MS] episode in which Miranda answers a personals ad from a couple looking for this rare third party. According to Sophie, most potential “thirds” aren’t so sure about joining in with a married couple with kids. Even the most open-minded of people have particular views of family life, and they don’t include threesomes.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#666666][FONT=Trebuchet MS]Sophie is first and foremost a mother. She takes Maddy to school and chats with the other moms about this and that. But when asked what she had done on Saturday night at her daughter’s class picnic, she neglects to mention the kissing and slow dancing with a woman at a club. Imagining the wide-eyed stares and gaping mouths on the moms’ faces (and the awe perhaps from the dads) is reason enough for Sophie to keep her true identity hidden. This causes a cognitive dissonance of sorts. Sophie is neither embarrassed nor ashamed of who she is, yet to protect her family, she cannot reveal a great part of who she is because of what other moms might think. And as educated and enlightened as we purport to be, moms are, at heart, often competitive and judgmental when it comes to what might seem like inappropriate “mom” behavior. Maybe it’s because we have our own secret proclivities.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#666666][FONT=Trebuchet MS]But Sophie is not alone. A recent [/FONT][/COLOR][I]New York Times[/I][COLOR=#666666][FONT=Trebuchet MS] article by [/FONT][/COLOR][B]Mark Oppenheimer[/B][COLOR=#666666][FONT=Trebuchet MS] called “[/FONT][/COLOR][URL="http://www.bidatingsite.com"]Married, With Infidelities[/URL][COLOR=#666666][FONT=Trebuchet MS]” profiles [/FONT][/COLOR][B]Dan Savage[/B][COLOR=#666666][FONT=Trebuchet MS], America’s best known sex columnist. His column, Savage Love, often looks at monogamy and what he considers its problems. For Savage, the best relationships are had if both people involved are “good, giving and game,” whatever that might entail for the couple. For Savage personally, it includes some extramarital activity; in Sophie’s case, it’s finding women to fool around with and perhaps sharing them with her husband, as she’s done in the past.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[B]Judith Stacey[/B][COLOR=#666666][FONT=Trebuchet MS], a New York University sociologist quoted in Oppenheimer’s article, succinctly sums up Sophie’s definition of her marriage: “Monogamy is not natural, non-monogamy is not natural. Variation is natural.” Variation is the key to Sophie’s happy marriage and her ability to be the best mother she can be.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#666666][FONT=Trebuchet MS]Marriage and motherhood are never easy. In addition to balancing the demands of a husband and child, Sophie also has to find the time (and place) to fulfill a whole other need. She isn’t looking for a girlfriend per se, but she [/FONT][/COLOR][I]is[/I][COLOR=#666666][FONT=Trebuchet MS] looking for variation in her sex life. And though Steve is never accusing in his questions, he does want to be included in every part of Sophie’s life – and so it’s a challenge for her to decide how much to share. If Sophie ultimately decides that she wants to find another man, or Steve decides he does want to see another woman, these will be other lines they’ll have to cross. Fluidity in their relationship is understood as part of human nature, and Sophie knows that they will approach it together.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR=#666666][FONT=Trebuchet MS]Sophie and Steve love each other, their child and the variation on life they’re mapping out for themselves. With the current media explosion about [/FONT][/COLOR][URL="http://www.bidatingsite.com"][B]Arnold Schwarzenegger[/B][/URL][COLOR=#666666][FONT=Trebuchet MS], [/FONT][/COLOR][URL="http://www.bidatingsite.com"][B]Anthony Weiner[/B][/URL][COLOR=#666666][FONT=Trebuchet MS] and countless other celebrities and politicians literally being caught with their pants down, Sophie has figured out something most people haven’t. Honesty is truly the core of a relationship, and being who you really are, no holds barred, is the secret to happiness.[/FONT][/COLOR]