Talk later.’ Chris hung up. He looked at his phone and a wide grin swept over his face. ‘I DID CALL GEMMA!’ he exclaimed to Joanna. She peered o...er her newspaper. ‘Do you want a medal?’ ‘No, you don’t understand. Ryan just picked up Gemma’s phone!’ An uncharacteristic smile escaped Joanna’s lips. ‘That is something.’ Chris kissed his wife, for what must have been the first time in weeks. Today was going to be a good day for them, and he knew better than to waste it. He sent a group message. I just wanted to kiss her juicy lips. She smelt amazing. Namita took a sharp turn and there the bike skid at a vacant roundabout. I fell and she was still on the bike.I bruised my knee and elbow a bit and she was apologizing repeatedly. I told her it is okay but she could help me as I won’t be able to apply the bandages myself at my home as I stay alone. She happily agreed to come with me and help with my bruises. This was the chance I needed.I was definitely in pain with those cuts and bruises. I find myself considering what range and brands of pain these two beautiful forever-bound souls might have caused one another over the years and years, before. What untold hurts have they imposed along the way? What less-lovely scars have they marred each other with? In the end, it did not matter. They knew when to lay these wounds and blames aside. The miracle they waited for came, because they dreamed the same dream and prayed for it as one. My ugly envy consumes me, as I see all the stains. As a volunteer, I wasn’t being paid, but my ‘expenses’ would decline. Bastards. The Foreign Legion for guys that can’t be arsed. I’d seen her the first day I arrived. Red hair hanging, long jumpers, despite the heat and petuala oil. She was pretty in a Laura Ingelis, Little House on the Prairie sort of way. Some times she wore her hair up in those kind of buns, that stuck to the side of her head so that she looked more Germanic. But you couldn’t make Laura Ingelis a German,.