I'm glad I brought my pully and my top. I'm cold. Shivery. I'm sore. Sore as hell.Happy as hell. He said he'd message me.I love what we did. How he hu...t me. How he left me hanging. Drooling. That fucking thing in my cunt.Over the moors. Then to my room for my things. Then to London.Always thinking. No-one else knows that I'm a fucked-up mess. Cuts and bruises hidden. Sore as hell. Then to Victoria and the last leg. Almost home. For Christmas. The day before Christmas Eve. Wake up. Hear the. While she might someday achieve a CAP high enough to become a sponsor, she made it quite clear that she would never willingly accept any status that put her at risk of leaving Michael.His ladies recognized Naomi’s love for Michael, and frequently made an extra effort to let her get close to him. Pixie, whose usual sleepy time place was lying on top of Michael, would make a point of relinquishing her prerogative so that Naomi could get her fix. Patricia, who often took Hannah’s place when the. "We'll pick up mine tomorrow." Tomorrow? This girl is thinking ahead somewhat. Not that I minded; sounds like I'll be finding out about her breakfast skills! "OK, you stay here," I said, "and I'll fetch mine and pick you up out front. I'll toot the horn. I'll park in front of the pub - there's no sight-line from the office." As she jumped into the Triumph, I realised I didn't know our destination. "Your place or..." She interrupted. "Mine first; I'll need a change of clothes for tonight and for. Looking back, the day he returned from the service, it was Valentine's Day.He would make sure that Mom received a box of chocolate covered cherries. I don't think a year past that she didn't get a box of cherries. One year the local store was out of them and he drove forty miles each way to make sure he got them.Mom and Dad did have their ups and downs. The thing was Dad would never harm Mom in any way. If anyone tried to make a pass at Mom, Dad would interfere.A couple of stories I didn't tell.