But, she smiled up at him and unsnapped his pajama pants, letting them fall to the floor. ‘I want to be a good wife.’ He gently touched her face a...d ran a finger lightly across her lips. ‘You are. You always have been,’ he said. ‘Come lie next to me,’ she whispered. ‘Make love with me.’ She leaned back against the pillows, and a grimace of pain flitted quickly across her face. But then, she smiled and beckoned. He took off his pajama shirt and lay naked next to her. She murmured her approval. The add insult to injury, Eris adds, “If you are needed, I’ll send someone to find you.” Then without another word or look, she drags Hera into the room with her, slamming the door practically in the man’s face.As soon as they are inside, Eris drags Hera over to the bed and pushes her onto it. “I’m going to need a favor from you,” she says, her expression serious.Hera looks up, matching it. “Name it and it’s done.”“I’m worried that if it gets out that I let Lynn go, I might have some problems. Finally, this stuff was forgotten, until one day they celebrated together as Marcos still lived at their home for the first week end. A small party had been organized and soon they were chatting joyfully with drinks and bits of bridle and snacks. The theme here would be about the moment they had met, as well as memories and reminiscences. They were not reticent any more, drinking; this was an informal party after all. Marcos began to comment:"Oh, Raquel, you look so wonderful and gorgeous today. This is the first story I have written down, so please be kind. Thank You, Sefa ~.~ Saturday 03:00 hours ~.~ My eyes were closed, it was darker in the room than it was behind my eyelids. There was no sound, no smell, no life, except mine. Just the silent dark that surrounded me. I dont know how long I sat there, waiting. Seconds, minutes, hours, days. Time blended together. My body felt like it had melted into the stone it was chained to before life was heard. The floor creaked above my head..