.. he killed Trian, and maybe even Endrin; he had her exiled. Would it be just the blood she'd want to keep going? Maintain the Aeducan name?" Actuall..., she'd have been reluctant to admit it, but she'd have been proud of him getting her exiled. I'd never have thought Bhelen capable of it. But dwarven politics are cut-throat, and she knew that – she'd have taken his betrayal as a sign he was ready to take part in the game. She'd be less understanding about Trian and Endrin, but ... if the choice. No rush or hurry. Just soft passion and love almost lost but now regained.When you lose love, it is worse than never having it. The pain of loss is deep and mean. Diversions cannot make it fade for a time.For them, those days of misery were past and their minds never even recalled how empty they had been. Now they were full again. Full of each other. Full of the heady joy that only can be felt with someone you love. Full of that liquid feeling that flows through your body and makes your stomach. I asked “how big is it” she nodded her head stating she wouldn’t tell as she was shy. I persisted and she said “5 inch”. I asked “do you like it”. Her face turned red. I told her “your husbands” she shyly said “yes”. I asked “Akka, how about mine” she said “it’s nice”. I noticed a huge wet spot on the boxer she was wearing.She finished her massage and was about to leave. I asked “what about this” indicating my cock. She said no. I told her come on please. She thought for a moment and said “only. I could never live in a town certainly not a big one like Sheffield." I agree but we're not going to are we, my love?" No, thank Heaven!"Diana got her ravishment, once on their return to their room, once in the shower and once more when they finally went to bed but that was altogether more leisurely and the best of the lot for both of them.Sunday went well and all four enjoyed their lunch together. It was decided that the Gartsides would not come down until a week before the wedding. Hal and.