Her eyes had sunken into her skull and the dark surrounding flesh made her look otherworldly. Brent had hired a live-in nurse, tending to her as best...she could, but time was running out. On a cold autumn morning in October, Jeanette O’Leary Gordon, failed to wake up. It was over. Brent sat in his rocking chair beside the bed, holding her cold, lifeless hand, his eyes closed, rocking back in forth, wondering what would come next. How would he carry on without her? Andrea was on the floor,. There is something about you and instantly my mind is made up and I know I will go to your apartment tomorrow. The next morning my alarm goes off an hour earlier than normal giving me ample time to shower and dress. I almost jump out of bed as I'm so excited but as I reach the shower the butterflies start to flutter in my stomach. Trying to push them aside I step into the shower, washing gently and making myself smooth and clean for him. At the same time I wonder why I'm making such an effort. When you get back to our room just before dawn You are hot and bothered and still need satisfaction from me. That day she takes us around town and shows us the shops the tourists don’t know about. She takes us to a little place for a wonderful lunch, and then she hires a boat to take us to one of the islands. The three of us are alone there. We are lying there with her between us when she rolls over on top of me and kisses me deeply. I look over at you. It looks like you are asleep, but I know. And I don’t want to scare you, but I already love you as my boyfriend. You’re so brave. So — ‘ I didn’t let her finish, I kissed her back, passionately. Her lips slowly parted, and our tongues met for the first time. She then lightly pushed me back down onto my pillow so I was lying down on the bed. Both hands moved to her shirt, which she began to unbutton. ‘Are… are you taking off your top?’ I asked unable to stop the words from coming out of my mouth. She smirked and rolled her eyes without.