..I can feel him inside me still...he remains that way...no words need to be spoken...as our silence speaks volumes...I close my eyes...and I know...h... has to leave soon...Caressing my tits..he whispers 'I love you'...if only things were different..' In my mind I think...'How could I...I am one awful bitch to do this'...then...that question...'do you love me?.....yes you do...say you do....' and when I don't reply immediately...he stops caressing my tit...and puts his arm over his face and. Then he'd pull a flask from under his seat and slosh it around a bit." Really? Did it work?" Oh, hell yeah! Their eyes might be as big as saucers and their faces white as a sheet, but their lips were sealed tight!" Smart man." Yeah. He lived to be ninety-three." Really? How'd he die ... in bed?" Hell no. He was shot in the back by a jealous husband, while running bare-assed naked down the guy's back stairs." That's tragic!" Nope. He always said that's how he wanted to go!"Eric Stridehorn smiled. "Yes, what is wrong?" he asked me."The change room is locked and my room key and all my clothes are in it. I can't go to reception dressed like this."He said something to Vibka in German and then addressed me."Vibka will take you to our room to get you something to wear," Jurgen offered as Vibka got up to follow me out of the steam room.I walked ahead to the lifts as Vibka put her bikini bottom on and then put her bikini top on and took the lead towards the lifts. I followed behind Vibka as she. As long as...Until just recently that in itself was in jeopardy. My cousins were all boys, my sister positive that her mate was a girl and as for me...I was happily married to Bill Weasley and trying for a family. Then the vaginal pains started and St. Mungo's revealed the worst news to me. Our marriage suffered and a painful divorce ensued.Husband-less and unable to bear children, I fell into depression. I moved back to France, staying in the Delacour Manor with my family. My mother cried with.