With Autumn comes the bounty – and for me, this fall comes the booty. My snugglebuddy aka booty call has returned! After a summer away, The Boy is back and is ready to “be there” for me. What timing! It’s as if the greater cosmic forces of the universe have lined up and ensured that I will not go without this season. We were reacquainted this weekend after nearly three months of no action. Surprised to find ourselves at the same event at Vancouver’s Media Club, the initial re-greeting was a little awkward. I soon came to realize, however, that every time we managed to cross paths, he completely devoured me with his gaze. It might have had something to do with my new fake tits and the little shirt I was looking absolutely amazing in, but whatever the reason – Game On! I’m a firm believer in allowing oneself a few options in the booty call department. Like having appropriate footwear for a particular occasion, knowing the right number to call on a Friday night is imperative! With The Boy just up the street and Gold Miner Greg looming on the horizon, the season of plenty has truly kicked off well!