And I usually took weekends off, although not always; I had the freedom to make my weekend when I chose it to be, and I took advantage of that when it...was appropriate—that is, when Lee and I wanted to make plans.And Christmas Day, and Christmas Eve before it, were our time, Lee's and mine. She got me a bottle of the most expensive scotch she could find, Macallan 25-year-old, and a set of Waterford crystal glasses to drink it out of; I savored every drop. I got her a really fine diamond ring as. Clearly, she hadn't been having fun while I was out freezing my butt trying to figure things out. I took her hand, and led her to the sofa in the living room. We sat down, and I pulled her close, with my arm around her shoulder, in an embrace that showed the love I felt for her.I waited for a long moment—I guess to make a quiet emphasis on what was to prove a total break in our way of life. "Okay, Annie. I'll listen without interruption. Say what you have to say, and then we will figure out. " Shan pleaded with me. "He meant so much to me and you just took him away." I repeated over and over while crying. I looked up at his face, I could see the remorse and felt bad, he couldn't have known. "Forget it, we can't change the past." Shan hugged me tightly, caressing my back and arm as he repeatedly apologized. I was still crying much to my annoyance. He lifted my face to his, wiping away the tears and moving my hair away from my face delicately. His hand gently held my chin as he. I softly slid her shorts down and let them hit the dirty forest floor, gently planting a kiss on her lips just to mess with her. I took the knife away from her neck and stabbed it harshly into the tree, speaking only a warning that I was still very ready to use it if I needed to. She stayed frozen, and I dropped to my knees. I had purposely planted the tip of the blade into the lower part of the trunk so it would still be in my reach, in fact, better in mine than in hers. Now on my knees, I.