She speaks in voice-over as they walk. Her Scouse accent is soft, nicely spoken, and has a pronounced lisp. “My name ith Madeline Dyer, I’m 31 yea...th old, I’m married to Nick. He ownth a bar in the middle of Liverpool. I uthed to work behind the bar, but he preferth to keep me away from the animalth, ath he callth them ... But today, I’ll be getting clother to a real animal than I’ve ever been.”Cut to the pair of them in close-up. The Mersey River behind them. Nick smiles as she talks.Madeline. The girl was svelte and blonde, very much an older version of the girl beside him.One night, she was sleeping over with Julie and came to him in his bed. To a young lad, finding a nude goddess beside him was like the answer to all his prayers. She guided him through his first time and afterwards they segued effortlessly from coupling to coupling. He woke in the morning, basking in his achievement but disappointed to find her gone. The tryst was never repeated but the episode gave him the. Losing track and count of how many. Wondering if it would – if they could – ever quit, if they could get enough of me.”Though I still faltered with eye contact I could still take her hand; drew her to me, putting my arms around her. We could cry against each others shoulders. The healing may come slowly, but someday we would know healing.“To think it was all because of my insisting we let ourselves get lost in that marketplace.”She bracketed my face with her soft hands and looked with deep. The way her lips were set in a determined expression, the beads of sweat forming on her forehead, the way her breasts rolled like buoys on a choppy sea, the way the bedsprings complained, combined with Paige’s halted breathing, and the sound of the distant jackhammer as it loosened the field stones of the old barn foundation were memories we’d tell our grandchildren about some day. She suddenly stopped bouncing and a smile came to her lips as I released my cum deep within her. She collapsed on.