" I pity you, then, Mr. Fogg, for solitude is a sad thing, with no heart to which to confide your grief's. They say, though, that misery itself, share... by two sympathetic souls, may be borne with patience." They say so, madam." Mr. Fogg," said Aouda, rising and seizing his hand, "do you wish at once a kinswoman and friend? Will you have me for your wife?"Mr. Fogg, at this, rose in his turn. There was an unwonted light in his eyes, and a slight trembling of his lips. Aouda looked into his face.. The thing he had dreamed of so often, and been so completely positive that would never, ever happen ... his own passion was banked.He planned on making the next half hour one she would never, ever forget.They lay there, in each other's arms, out of breath and sweating. Bob had rolled to one side, so as not to crush her, but her arms were still around him tightly."I ... didn't ... know," she panted."Know what?" That it ... would be ... like that." And, are you ... pleased?" No." You're not?" Not. I’ve never had a pancock before,’ and promptly cut off the berry-covered glans and popped it into her mouth. ‘Mm, mm, good. But not as sweet as yours,’ she said, making his heart skip a beat. Laughing and teasing throughout breakfast, they cleaned up the dishes together. The playfulness continued to boil his thoughts into sexual steam. Standing together at the counter, Bill felt a bond with her like he’d never experienced with anyone before. ‘If kindred spirits ever existed, we are living. It was a shock that went up my spine and I took a step back, I remembered waking up and wondered if I was some how in another nightmare. The dissipating twilight felt a lot colder, I leaned to look again and there it remained. That is when the first bird made any noise all day. It was one of the local crows, and it began calling from a distant tree near Meridian Courts. ‘God, what sort of sick bastard…’ I didn’t finish the question, there was no one there to answer it anyway. I walked across.