“Please, spare me! Don’t slay me! For the sake of our love, Marcy ... save me!” Hershel groveled to her.“Our love is dead, Hershel. You killed...it, years ago ... and now I shall kill you,” Marcy said as she drew her flaming sword and smote him dead ... his body falling lifelessly as Bruce watched in shock.Hershel’s corpse then burst into flames, much to my astonishment, but not Marcy’s, as she had seen the consequences before. I was in a daze for a second, until Bruce and Marcy both embraced me.. He looked so fine: loving, kindly and wise. Who was he? When she got to her usual stop she felt impelled to stay on the train and see where he got off; and when he did, she followed him to his workplace.She explained that she could think of no excuse for following me into the building and knew she could not hang around outside all day so she had reluctantly gone to work, returning as soon as she could to stake the place out and follow me. But she had got there too late, and missed me."And if. ”“That’s great. Marg this is Susan.”“Hi, Susan, glad you could join us. We were just having a rest. Drop your top and shorts and climb under the covers with me.”Susan did exactly as Marg asked. I saw her look at the condoms as she climbed into the bed. I had put them there to show her that we were about to have sex. I excused myself and went to the toilet. While I was there I called Julie.“Hello, Julie speaking.”“Hi, Julie, are you alone.”“Yes, I’m in your office.”“Marg has a friend with her in. But she also said that it may not be a lost cause because she really does love me. And I finally knew that she really did love me too. She and I were finally close to one another. She did flirt a little after that with the understanding that it was just flirting. She even sent me some sexy pictures with the promise that no one sees them. After a bit she even trusted my self control enough that she sent me some semi-nudes to "help" me through my unsatisfactory sex life. I told you she was.