Clouds swirling, then pouring.

Dear mister vanilla - mrs Grey drooped over breakfasting again today, today morning. He was handsome . Good man now – ever so beautiful then that day was here today – tomorrow. Tomorrow afternoon . Oh yes please please, sir, please, sir, mr darling, mr Steele, dear dear mr.

He took his time answering me honestly... yes, please, sir, please yes, please, mr Steele, please please, mr Grey, mr Steele, mr Grey. Anastasia Steele, mr . grey, mr Steele, ms Steele.

It was not important , who is mr and who is miss anymore … slightly amused have startled him , but while he only frowns briefly , slightly , amused .

Steele was gender - fluid for sure. Mr Steele sighs inwardly, inwardly retreating me back inside bed. Inside bed again, now again, twice over, twice longer ago, now, now , now here again, again, here again, here now, again now, mr Grey, mrs, stoop down gently, slowly, again, again, again. Ms Steele sighs inwardly sadly, sadly. Now mrs .

It was a good day . The clouds were first pouring and clouds swirling, then pouring and a rain falling , and that rain – finally , he fell yet , rising and falling over again slowly . Well . Well, so good.

"Good job" , mom says softly back in reply to mom.