It was cold, icy cold andthe very buildings seemed to shiver in the chilly silence.All too soon, they were at none other than Bob Cratchit's house.The... entered through a thin, badly plastered wall to find themselves inthe parlour. The fire was unlit and Bob and his wife were in eachother's arms, seemingly consoling one another.'Oh, Bob, he was so young and weak. He did not have a chance.'Bob Cratchit held his wife in his arms and said, 'Hush, my love, it wasfor the best. He was in pain and now. I try to explain it to myself. I try to understand it. I try to make peace with it. I try to convince my heart that the ache, the pain, the emptiness will go away. That there will be a ‘someone’ for me, a ‘someday’ for me. That there is the possibility, however remote, of a new beginning, a new start for my failed life. Each day I try. Each day I hope. I hope you are well. I hope you are OK. I hope that I am at least a passing thought in your day to day life now. I hope you remember the things. He loved hearing about my evenings out with my young men, since we opened up our marriage it’s gotten stronger – we’ve become closer. Tomas was a man who Alan had introduced.Tomas was tall and muscular. Very muscular, his thighs were powerful and like tree trunks. He had a six-pack that I loved to rub my fingers over. His biceps were beautifully sculptured and he had a perfect butt. This was topped off with his meaty and tasty cock, one that felt just simply heaven to touch.He was also thirty. I'm really hoping and praying that a few of you do."I needn't have worried, as the center of the Great Hall began to clear out one of the guests, a rather huge blood-red Unicorn stepped forward and grunted out some sort of a challenge to me."What is your major malfunction, hay for brains?" I asked him. "Didn't Mommy and Daddy show you enough attention when you were a little pony? Still whining that you didn't get a little girl to ride you for your birthday? Either shut up your whinnying and.