If God asked you what your perfect moment was, what would yours be? The only point being that you have already done it.

(Somewhat hesitantly, I would pass on the obvious - sliding down a pair of satin panties over creamy thighs and seeing nothing but subservience in her eyes.)

Mine would have to be heading out into the back field with my dog at daybreak on a Sunday morning, cup of coffee in hand, and spending a few hours splitting firewood and playing with the dog.

Pure bliss. Perfection. Total happiness.