She said, “I’m okay. You’re right though, kind of intense. And uh, yeah, I’m glad we found each other too.” He took her into his arms, and t...ey kissed.“Yeah,” he whispered, “but you’ve still got to get dressed. Lunch is calling.”“Okay, okay. Wow, you get cranky when you’re hungry.” She looked around. “Now where is my bathing suit?”“In my day pack. It’s wet; you don’t want to put it back on.”“That’s what you say.”“I’ll show you. Put on your shirt.”She looked at him puzzled for a moment, then. Es ist ausdr?cklich verboten, diese Storie f?r kommerzielle Zwecke zunutzen. Finanzielle Vorteile d?rfen mit dieser Storie nichterwirtschaftet werden. Kurz gesagt, Ver?ffentlichungsverbot f?r allekostenpflichtigen Foren oder Webseiten, dazu z?hlen auch diekostenpflichtigen Alterskontrollen.Sie darf weder komplett noch in Teilen ohne ausdr?ckliche Genehmigungdurch den Autor weder in schriftlicher, gedruckter noch elektronischerForm weiter ver?ffentlicht werden.F?r den Eigenbedarf darf diese. I see a female monarch butterfly hover and gently land on top of the stone we had placed in her memory.“Diane,” I begin talking to the butterfly, “I miss you and think about you every day since you passed. I am also reminded most every day of the time we had together for those many years. At times those memories are hard, and others a comfort but are always welcome.“I want to apologize for the things I said last year. I was still whirling from your death. Saying that you ‘left us’ was. "Just relax, Love," I say, easing her back against the mattress, "I'll take care of you." We continue kissing with me lying on top of her. I'm slowly and gently rubbing my leg between her legs. Every so often I begin kissing down her neck, gently treating her shoulders and collar to kisses, always returning to her lips. I begin to bring the bottom of her shirt up, first feeling her tummy, using my hands to gently massage it. Then I massage her ribs, moving the shirt up with my wrists. Finally I.