He had to have me, yet when he had me, he did not even seem to care for me. I spent ten years, the supposedly best years of my life, with a man I hate... and who regarded me as a mere possession, as a trophy. Ten years spent with a man who showed not a single endearing quality. Thinking of him I want to scream. I want to ride over to his grave and – forgive me – piss on it."Rose raised her eyebrows at the unladylike outburst but she nodded in understanding. "Cilla, honestly: do you resent me? You. ”and once again my temper was lost in a smile and I started to stare at her face’“How do you always do it?” I said“Do what?” she said“Tame my anger even though if I am in a mood to kill somebody”She started to laugh and took me into a motherly embrace, but because she was standing my face was between her breasts.That’s when I felt what women’s breast feel like. It was so soft and plum that I almost was going to grab it but it was than my conscious shook me. I came rushing to my mind that she is. Fisher." Or, from a friend, a soon to be ex-friend, "Terry, you just have to keep hoping. Maybe she was at a nearby village. You can imagine the horrendous confusion."I knew she was gone. I saw the incredible number of photos of the devastation. I saw the video's that ran over and over on the television. It was like the worst war scene, nothing left standing. It was disaster beyond imagination. If I had written about this as a book, I would have been laughed at as being too fanciful. I saw. C slid her now very moist fingers out of K and was just about to lick them clean when K grabbed her hand and held it between their waiting mouths, they both sucked K’s juices from them, the sweet tangy taste of K being tasted by C for the first time. MMMM yummy they both said in unison and giggled.Okay ladies lets go, K adjusted the fabric of her knickers as secretly as she could under the table, C stood and adjusted her skirt which had ridden up slightly, A had a good eyeful of the stocking.