A word about my wife. She's beautiful, smart, sexy, kind, and funny. Her hair is auburn and she's a half head shorter than I am. Her bright hazel eyes are the most expressive I've seen outside the cinema. Don't ask me about her measurements, I don't know and I don't care. I keep them on a piece of paper in my wallet in case I need or want to buy something for her. All I can tell you is, her breasts are the perfect size – just more than a generous handful each – and that her tight belly and flared hips are absolutely perfectly designed, inside and out, for the making of babies. Certainly they have inspired many, many such attempts over the past few years. She's my wife, in most ways the embodiment of my greatest emotional and physical desires. If you see someone different when you read this, so be it.