Yes, that can actually happen. I don’t know why people seem to think that when a man & a woman sleep in the same bed that sex has to be involved. Give me a bloody break. I spend the night a Jock’s house all the time. Do I sleep in his bed? Yep, the man has a king size bed. I may be a plus sized woman, but I am not that big. Does anything happen in that bed? Nothing besides talking & reading. Hmm…doesn’t sound like sex to me. So how does that make me any thing besides me? I don’t believe that sex is wrong, but I sure am not having it. So don’t stand there & judge me just because I choose to spend the night in the house or bed of the man that I have know for over 15 years & consider a big brother.

Here is what happened. Friday I spent the day at Jock’s house since neither my house nor my parent’s house has air conditioning & it was too hot to stay home. Well, my parents didn’t get finished with their running around until about 10pm & I was too tired to wait for them any longer so I just decided to spend the night. Jock lives just outside the city & he has neighbors. I am not used to having neighbors that can see into the house. I guess they are not used to seeing Jock with female visitors staying overnight. *new neighbors* I showed up in the kitchen Sat. morning in my nightgown to help Jock make breakfast & seen the neighbors making breakfast. *still don’t understand how you city people can live that close to people* Anyway, the woman in the family saw me & then about three minutes later the doorbell rung. Jock went to answer the door. Desi comes popping into the kitchen with the two dogs & asks me why the neighbor lady is mad at Daddy. Hmm…I thought & told her I would go see. The bloody lady is telling Jock off for having me over. She is telling him that it is disrespectful & degrading to have me spend the night. Umm…did we somehow shift back into the 1900′s? I could tell that Jock was having a hard time not busting his gut. I excused him & told the lady that I was Desi’s adopted mother & that due to my health I was unable to live with them all the time. She then said that unless Jock & I were married we shouldn’t share a bed. I asked her how she knew that we did & if she was peeking in windows didn’t that make her a “Peeping Tomisina” & if that was the case then she needed to learn to keep her mouth shut & her butt on her own property. Then I promptly shut the door in her face. I turned around to head back to the kitchen & saw Jock with Desi just about to die with laughter. Desi has now decided that I need to live with them permanently.