There. I'm afraid ... I don't know. It feels like if I fall asleep, I might just disappear altogether. Maybe never come back. Maybe just die, and neve... be anywhere. It sounds ridiculous, and having someone share my tent isn't going to prevent any of that but ... maybe I'm just afraid of dying alone? I truly don't know. All I know is that the idea of crawling into that tent and just going to sleep in there, all alone, makes me feel like I'll just start screaming and never be able to stop. If I'm. But I was also in awe of the way he could make me feel. His skills in the way he could make me cum with his hands, his mouth, his fingers. Add to that his experience, his stature in the village (he was a successful member of society) made him a fabulous prize for a young girl. I was still under the impression that I had won him and not that he had taken me as his own – foolish girl!For the next few nights, I avoided Renaud, pretending to be unwell but unwilling to face the truth; that I felt I. He loved her, loved her generosity. He alternated deep kisses with light kisses over all of her that his mouth could reach. Meanwhile, his hand was never still. He would have stayed exploring that paradise until dawn if she hadn’t interrupted him.“Um, Andy, could you get me home?”“Sure.” He checked the time. It was after 1:00! “Oops! I think we took longer than I’d expected. You’ll be late. Sorry. I was enjoying myself too much.” Which was the understatement of the century. He had been glorying. Were neither alert nor careful.I had, barely, enough time to push her back, away from me; the driver swerved, so I only got a glancing blow, but I was briefly aware of pain before my head hit the ground and everything went black.I came round in hospital, my leg immobilised, a thumping headache, dry mouth, sore throat and generally feeling like something the cat dragged in. The nurse couldn't or wouldn't tell me anything about what happened, whether Fiona was okay, only that I had a broken leg.
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