"Come in and look at what I've done. If it's OK, we can get the first coat down before lunch."Chaz looked. "You don't want to take the light fixture d...wn?" No. We most likely will discard it. It certainly isn't a keeper, so it doesn't matter whether we get a bit of paint on it or not." OK. Let's start with the light blue. If a bit runs, the dark trim'll cover it. There's the door, the closet and the window. The other wall's solid. Let's start there. We'll see how the acrylic covers." While he. The walls were painted white, the sheets on the white bed, were white, even the carpet was white. Opposite the door there was a set of patio doors covered by white drapes. I walked to the drapes and opened them to let in the light. I unlocked the doors and opened them out onto a balcony. A breeze rushed passed me and blew my hair back. I imagined Kev with another woman, with Cassie. I knew he would be in his element and she was just his type. Whilst I thought of my man fucking another woman,. However, that morning when she found herself alone she thought his absence was to give her a surprise, as had happened on other occasions, it was a surprise but not a pleasant one, and it was in the form of a letter sitting on the table. At first she hadn't noticed it, she got up had a shower and it was while drying her hair that she found it. Puzzled she tore it opened and as she read the lines, she turned a sickly grey and began to shake:'My dear it has been a rewarding and rememberable time. You just exchange blood and complete the ceremony with someone else and it negates what I did in the basement." So what about people like Tasha? Will she ever choose another or is she still bound to her dead husband?" She's no longer bound, but it's entirely up to her whether she will choose another or not. The magic of the mating bond, well, it's not easily forgotten or put aside. Many of us who lose a spouse never marry again. Marsh may be chasing the impossible. If Tasha decides she wants.