..I've been in l....I've been....”. I stammered I couldn't say itJoy reached across the table and took hold of my hands in hers and gave them a sque...ze. I looked up at her and she smiled at me. “Say it Gareth” she said softly“Joy I....I love.....I love you Joy” I stammered out starting to cry, saying it out loud seem to lift a weight of my shoulders.“Thank you” Joy said softly and stood up and walked around the table and crouched down next to me, she turned my head with her hand slowly lifting. Being married and having kids kinds of forced that side out of me. I can not remember the last time that I had a good time or actually enjoyed myself.” When she spoke it was almost as if she were talking to herself. Maybe doing it that way made it easier for her then admitting she was telling her problems to her daughters best friend. “Well you at least have some good sex with your husband,” I said just making the assumption. I had slept with her husband the other night and it was the most. Nothing but the darkness behind your eyes and the binds gripping your skin... Panic begins to build in the pit of your stomach. Uncertainty creeps into your mind. You want to ask if I'm still there but you're unsure that you want to be answered by the silence, or an unfamiliar voice.Your mouth opens to speak and is met with mine, freezing cold, my tongue searching for yours, sharing its icy temperature. As relief and anger wash over your body, they are interrupted by the shock of extreme cold. Just over five minutes later, after the room hasslightly calmed down, we six Angels find ourselves on the sofas at theside of Charlotte's vast ball room, desperately trying to deflect awayall the attention Viks (and her ring!) is getting so that we can talk inprivate."Oh my god oh my god," Viks breathes, fanning herself with her hands."I- I can't believe this!" This is so cool!" Charlotte squeaks, giving the curvy girl a tight hug."You're gonna get a bridal shower, a hen night..." And unlike.