She knows that there’s no chance of us getting back together. The ring is only a symbol. The next time I see her, she’ll have been served.”She n...dded, but she felt like it was a big step, so she sort of babied me for the rest of the night. It was nice. We had a light dinner and then curled up together to watch a movie that she picked out.She fell asleep while we were in our second movie. She was too sore for sex tonight and that was fine with me. She’d been trying to kill us both with it as. One Wednesday my wife decided not to go shopping because of the weather. It was storming out and she didn't want to get wet. She told me to go ahead and take my nap while she got dinner ready. The dream was back with better storms, I suppose because it was really storming outside. When I woke up my wife was sitting there watching with a strange look on her face. She told me to go brush my teeth. Everything was normal the rest of the day except she was acting a little weird. The next Wednesday. The King raised his hand to knock on the door, but was interrupted by another steward. ‘Your Majesty, beg your pardon,’ he said bowing. ‘What is it?’ ‘Your personal guard is unavailable and your arrival at the reception will be delayed if your wish to wait for a substitute. The guard has a severe illness in his family and begs your mercy.’ ‘Mercy?’ The King laughed. ‘I’d consider a medal! How long are we delayed? Days? Weeks, I hope?’ ‘About half an hour, your majesty.’ ‘Too bad. Not long. His hands gently explored my exposed skin on my back. My hands ran through his thick dark hair. Our heads lifted off of each others shoulders without breaking the hug and faced each other. Our mouths met and tongues penetrated. This was not our familiar funny ha ha childish kisses that we use to share as kids but instead is was a deep long lusted after kiss that we both felt and displayed in our whole body. Our hold got tighter; it would have taken a crow bar to pry us apart we were so molded.