Sex gradually became less perfunctory. She became more involved. Last night I prepared dinner for the two of us and sang to her. I had switched from t...e Chaosian cithara to a regular acoustic guitar and she was fascinated with the musical tones of Earth.Music is one of the great unifying forces of the universe, but it also defines the differences from one culture to another. I knew Chaosian music and the natives there had enjoyed my strange adaptation of American music types to their unique. Our lips meet, we kiss and her tongue is warm and tastes of tequila.“Come, trust me, you will not regret it,” I say into her ear.“I’m not sure.”“Yes, you are or you wouldn’t have flirted with me earlier.”She scans the area and then takes my hand. “Okay, let’s go, but I have to be back soon.”****The sand is still warm against the soles of our feet as we walk across the beach towards a secluded area. We are carrying our fuck me pumps in our hands. As we reach the place I have chosen she falls to. He would spoil her endlessly and never give her a reason to cry. Oh how he desperately wanted to cry. Arriving at the hospital in his hometown was a numbing experience. He had no idea how he ended up at her hospital room, not recalling asking anybody for the directions, or even walking there. It was easy to say that Gage just was not himself. He knocked on the door with a teddy bear from the gift store in his hands for Natasha. It was a shade of pastel green, wearing a white nursehat, and had. That would have given me no time to prepare. Two hours would be cutting it close; there were so many things that I couldn't do until I got there.And, as we took off, I realized that I'd forgotten to call Yamada.Mokuba and I both slept for most of the flight, his arms around my waist, mine around his shoulder. I started to protest that we were no longer children who needed to be held, but I found I could not deny him even that.When we woke, with a mere thirty minutes to touchdown, Mokuba opened.