“I can think of better company,” Roxanne smirked, glancing at me and making me blush.“Ooh, Róisín came through then?” Helen asked.“Think i... was a team effort,” Roxanne stated in an outright laugh.“Ladies, please!” I begged.“Lighten up, John. You’re amongst friends,” Dlamini chuckled.“Yes, but...”“You’re way too easy, John,” chuckled Morgana.“I know, my Mage. It’s the way I was brought up,” I sighed, getting a few ‘aws’ from the Bureau heads and their mostly silent deputies.“Anyway, back to the. When I came back in for lunch, Millie had dressed, fixed her hair, and put on her make up, ‘William wouldn’t have wanted to see me like I was. I won’t disappoint him.’ Her spunk came back that quickly, if not that easily. She did talk to her father that afternoon and began helping out at the mercantile within a few days. I worked on the barn, then the house, and within a few months had the place ready to put on the market. I hung around until a buyer made an offer and Millie accepted it. She. Once loved? Yes, he thought, once.He was feeling depressed when he went to bed, and the empty house seemed to echo and amplify his own solitary state.After lunch on Sunday, he and his father were sitting out on their terrace drinking their coffee and supping their cognacs.“Something on your mind?” asked his Dad.“Carol,” John said, and no more. He knew his father and trusted his wisdom.“Mum said you were trying to get her to see her mistake.”“I did.”“So?”So John told him everything about the. She knew that as soon as she started down this path there was no turning back. No more “Good Wife”. Tom was kissing her feverishly, passionately, their tongues locked in battle. He had her blouse pulled out of her shorts, and ripped open to expose her black lace bra, holding her wonderful breasts. Sarah knew each move, each kiss, pulled her farther toward that road of no return. Tom knew he wanted her, desired her, his manhood erect and hard pressing against his shorts and dress pants. His lips.