The weather for the weekend was perfect, at least for me and everyone who loves the sun and warmth, but not for my Prince who is allergic to the sun and can’t stand the heat. Although the temperature wasn’t high (18-20) and he is doing fine if it doesn’t go over 25 C, he constantly had to watch his UV index, making sure it doesn’t go above 5 or it will start to kill the vitamin D in his skin instead of producing it and he’ll get first-degree sunburns. High Sun Ten factors’ lotions, cremes, and milk provide poor protection in his case. He has to be indoors. When it is hot, he gets easily tired and exhausted. The heat drains his energy. Because of that and his pale skin, my Fran likes to tease him calling him a descendant of Vlad Tepes known also as Dracula. Several years ago, he used to sweat a lot too, but he started to get anti-sweating injections every year in May. Besides those bad side effects which he has every summer, he is also very nervous. The heat makes him lose his temper very easily. Since we know that, we are very patient with him and do not resent him if he easily explodes and yells at us. Even our children know that summer is their tata's worst part of the year. But there is one veeeery good side effect which my Ivy and I like a lot – he is extremely horny and his sexual appetite and endurance in sex is almost tripled. Truly, I have never seen anyone like him in my whole life, and I have met many people. Anyway, we’ve been on our beach the whole weekend.

We invited the twins’ parents to join us on our beach with their children on both days. They came and our children had a lot of fun. They played in the shoal alone, but we played with them too. They loved my Prince playing the “Shark” game. He chased them in the water pretending that he wants to eat them. Oh, my, they joyfully screamed and ran out of water shouting “Bad shark, tata Prince!” When they napped under the wild olive tree after lunch, the three of us swam far from the shore and we played our “Submarine” sex game (sucking his cock that rose on the surface) and had sex in the water.

Later on, before having our evening routine, my Prince took my Ivy, our children, the twins, and their parents out for ice cream. Silvano joined them as their bodyguard since they have many enemies. He always accompanies them when they go out with the children so that they can be fully focused on the children and careless about a possible attack. I had to stay home and prepare some materials for Monday’s e.b. meeting and work. Malicija also worked and she called her husband to come to the Hotel and be with her for some time. Silvano told her that he can’t because he is working. She went mad saying that going on the ice cream with a bunch of kids and their parents isn’t working. She started criticizing him and his work. Then she angrily hung up on him. My Prince told him that he is free to go if he wants, but Silvano replied:

- With all respect, boss, I doubt you let your hotel workers go home when their wives asked them to come because they miss them or feel lonely. I am at the work now and she has to accept that.

My Prince told him he was right and he apologized. My Ivy called me and after telling me what happened, she asked me to call Malicija and talk to her. I did it. Right after my “Hi, Malicija”, she started to complain about Silvano for 15 minutes, giving me no chance to jump in between and say something. When she steamed off, I explained to her all about Silvano’s work and duties as our family bodyguard and how she was supposed to support him and show him respect as he puts his life at risk to protect my luvs and our children, for nobody knows for sure who and when might attack them and shot them. I also told her about a few occasions when he saved my Prince or protected me and our children. She was silent thinking about my words. Then she deeply sighed and said I was right. She thanked me and after hanging up, she called him and apologized for being selfish and disrespectful. Indeed, just because I have a Master’s degree in tourism and hotel management, it doesn’t make my work more valuable than my Prince’s and Ivy’s work, or Malicija’s job, and maids’ and cleaners’ jobs no matter how low, disrespectful or insignificant jobs might look. (It's a shame that cleaning jobs, and physical jobs are considered as low and disrespectful jobs in our country). I see them as equally important as mine. That’s what I will try to teach Malicija.