“I’ve supplied you with great lube, Alfred,” Michael proudly announced when he withdrew from Noel’s portal.As Michael began to dress, he looke... at Noel slumped against Alfred. “Why don’t we do this the same time next week?” he rhetorically asked before he departed.Once Michael had left, Alfred caressed Noel’s back as he continued to rest on Alfred. As he stroked Noel, he asked, “Did you enjoy that, baby?”“Uh-huh,” Noel whispered.For the next few minutes, there was a well-earned stillness before. One thing I *was* sure about though: She'd think twice before giving me the wrong answer again!"Time for your next guess! Where is the next kiss going to be?"There was a uncertainty in her voice. "Ummmm... my lips, that's it." But *which* lips are you talking about?" I wanted to make sure she was specific."The ones that you're making *incredibly* wet!" You mean your *pussy* lips?" I asked, trying to sound as if I had no idea *what* she was talking about. "You mean the ones between your legs.". The Royal Navy has run on routines from time immemorial; the day isdivided into watches separated by the sounding of the bells, theroutines of colours and sunset, and determining which rig is to worn,dress of the day or night clothing, and so forth.As much as the Wrens loved wearing silky knickers, sussies, and high-heels they were impractical to work in, and they decided that dress ofthe day would be Number Threes, navy blue skirts and jackets, whiteblouses, ties, full-cut panties, tights and. .. My darling, Marie was one of the world's handful of perfect people. After all she lived through, to be lost to a weakness in her heart..."Recognizing her mood Tom rolled off onto the bed beside her and just held her tightly. As soon as he did she dissolved into tears. Whispering into her ear he said, "Darling, I never told you how Marie and I came to be married, did I?"Bobbie had her arms around his neck and was still crying. Through her tears she managed to softly say, "No." And Marie never.