I replaced my absent mother and drunken father with John. We would sit in his small two room cabin talking while we sat around the pot belly stove tha... served him as both furnace and stove. From John I learned about all the fantastic places he had been. How he traveled first around the country and then the world. I hung on his every word and pictured his descriptions. I believed every word he told me. I even retold his stories to my teachers and schoolmates. He always finished our talks with a. "Thanks." Where's your friend?" Jack asked, and Dannielle snorted."Marie? She is dumping her boyfriend." Jack gave a snort of disapproval as he took a sip of his drink. "What?" Well, why do you know before he does?" Because that's how it works. She's been talking 'bout him to me since they started dating and has been saying how much she doesn't love him, and he's just so clingy, and ... well that's ... oh that's just what women do, OK?" Seems mean that even I know before he does." Yeah well,. A buzz of conversation soon erupted that took the edge off the raw emotions most of us suddenly felt. Eventually, Nils and Brita left us to head to the airport and Brita’s corporate jet for the flight back to Denmark.I think we were all introspective about the event, because after their departure we seemed to talk about everything but Brita’s decision and her wedding to Nils. I was grateful that we’d had some romantic time together during her visit, but I still had that hollow spot in my. There was nothing for it but to take a trip to the game-keeper's small wooden home in the woods. She glanced into the cloakroom for something to wear, and found a long red evening cape edged with fur. She slipped it on, and dashed out of the building before her resolve evaporated.Every step of the way, she was aware of her stockinged thighs rubbing against each other, and a growing patch of moistness in her silk knickers. By the time the shack was in sight, she could hardly walk straight, as.