We'd know for sure in about a half hour when we got the last of the test results.When we got downstairs I got paged. It was the lab. The results were ...ust what we needed. I told them the surgery was a go.There was a candy striper chomping at the bit to wheel Les into her room. I told her I was proud of her and kissed her on the head. Les, not the candy striper. I also said I'd stop in before the surgery.I went up to the room a couple of hours later. I'd ordered an enema for Les, just to make. Although at its base level, I did get an interesting rejection of my presence in her body. “Who the fuck are you!” was her immediate response. Or rather her Spirit’s reaction to my intrusion. She was still deeply sedated and yet her Spirit was right there and it had the strength to want to fight me off.Now this is going to sound a little strange to the living, but we connected. Her Spirit quickly got it that it was my heart she was getting and from that point on, there was a feeling of. ‘I’m trying to think about the music I’m listening too, and I’m trying desperately not to pay attention to what you’re doing. Mmmmmm,’ I tried to sound convincing with my reply, but when he took his teeth and nipped the skin under my breast, I ‘yipped’ out in surprise. ‘Trying to ignore this huh?’, Nat laid the flat of his tongue along the underside of my left breast and slathered across to my right one, circling from bottom to top and underneath once again. Making concentric, smaller circles. What usually has happened over the years is my friend and I take the c***dren out with us and our husbands catch up a week or two later when they finish work .The same happened this year although the k**s are all grown up and go off and do there own thing now .It was one night when the k**s had all gone off to a local club for a big party night my friend and I had settled down with a few bottles of wine in the garden. Earlier in the day we had met two lads staying next door we had established.