Silence. That was it. The church bells had stopped suddenly and woken him. Peace, perfect peace. Sunday morning.Sunday!Eleven o' clock!He was late for...Ethel. Already an hour late, and counting. Seventy-something years and an hour late. He blundered out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom. Even a shower failed to revive him, although it removed most of the sensory reminders of the night before. Out into the bedroom, clothes, jeans, sweater. The bed reeked of Delia - at second hand. His track. . just a kid in Amy's class," she lied, trying to think quickly, "he fell and hurt himself at the class play." Was it serious?" asked her puzzled husband."No, as it turned out, but he scared us all half to death. I guess that's why he was in my dream."Satisfied with her answer, Terry turned over to go back to sleep.Angilee got little sleep the rest of the night. Twice her hand wandered between her legs to provide some relief from the emotional powder keg she had become, but she had never. You make me horny too babe. And I'm... I'm very horny right now," pausing again. Her hand floated toward my leg too, "how about you?" Do you need to ask?" I joked, showing her the tent in my sweat pants. "Why don't you show me what you have on under that sexy dress? Or better yet, just take off what you have on under that sexy dress?" Anything for you babe," she said sort of quietly. Then she reached behind her back, unsnapped her bra, slid it off her shoulders and dropped her bra in my lap.. Yellow sunlight seeped through the thin curtains as Miriam Hargreaves sat at the antique vanity table in the corner of the grand bedroom, delicately applying her make-up. Wrapped in a fluffy bath robe and with her long, chestnut hair still wet from the shower, she applied the make-up deliberately and precisely. She was tall and slim, her skin immaculately bronzed, and with a thin, pointed face that was beautiful but stern. As she dusted the blusher so carefully on her pronounced cheek-bones,.