She said that she realized that continuing their marriage wasn't really possible the way things were now, but she still loved him. She didn't want to ...eave him like this.Cheryl went back to the bedroom to take Mark off and change into shorts and a top. She came back out carefully carrying her husband as if he were fragile and would break if she dropped him. Charles restored him, then left without a word. He had lost a battle, but he was still confident that he would win the war.Mark and Cheryl. He looked up and saw Marianne."You and John saved my life, and that of several other kids. Don't forget that, Simon." She held his gaze until eventually he nodded in acceptance."What about you?" The leg's broken and burnt a bit, it's quite sore. These," indicating her arm and hand, " are pretty superficial. I think the scars on my leg are going to be pretty obvious, though," she finished with a grimace."Oh, God, I'm sorry to hear that," Simon said, his concern showing in his voice."Oh, I think. "I know," she replied, turning to kiss him back. Their tongues danced over one another's as he held her tightly to himself. He was still undressed and the smell of Irish Spring tinged the air."You are still not ready," she smiled, "at least, not to go out." And neither are you," Grant replied as he stepped away from her and to their toy drawer in the dresser.Brandy should have guessed but deep down, she knew she would get into some bindings sometime tonight. She had been lusting after them all. She unbuttoned her jeans and ran her hands up and down between her legs. She was buzzing with excitement. A few days earlier, she had been too shy to talk to him, now she had him locked in her trunk. He was quite literally her property, she had the only keys to release him. She had to get some air. She changed into a white top and bright pink running shorts and walked back into the lounge. The tight confines of the steel box were starting to freak Tom out. He was just about to call out to.