When the three of you had gotten married, it was rather difficult settling on a stationary honeymoon site to travel to after the wedding. Of course, the men buckled to your pleads first.

Bruce was second. He had taken the both of you to Greece, because of the ocean, he said, but unadmittedly it had been his interest towards the mythology. And what's a little harm in wanting to see you in a swim suit? You're married now, he can afford to be somewhat of a pervert now and then.

Clark was last. The poor man had no idea and wracked his brain for a vacation that would be special and as memorable as the last two had been. Paris was a suggestion, so was Mauritius and Egypt, but he hadn't been too keen.

Until his country roots came back and knocked him clean in the head. He woke up in a sweat that night and immediately shook you both awake to tell you his idea of a honeymoon.

A trip to the countryside. Get a little taste of his past. Something intimate, special to him. Tumbleweeds and sand, herds of cattle sat outside your rental cottage. It was a harsh contrast to the cityscape, but...it was new. And fun! Horseback riding and feeding pens of livestock? You were all having the time of your lives!

Until the morning of each day came. It seemed that Clark took his countryboy duties too seriously at 04:00 A.M.

"Rise and shine, you two! The roosters-a-callin'!" A swivel of the bedroom curtains, the chiming of loud farm animals and a worn out morning bell. Clark was greeted by very enthusiastic groans from both you and Bruce.

"What's the matter? Too early for you nightowls?" Clark is a morning person. You and Bruce aren't.