I read the letter and started to cry. I dropped it on the table and raced to the bathroom, where I threw up in the toilet. I washed my face and rinsed...my mouth. I went back into the kitchen and reread the letter. I took the letter to bed with me and cried myself to sleep.Sunday morning I was sick. I am feverish, my throat is sore, I ached all over. My sinus's were running. I was sick to my stomach. I functioned at half speed. Monday and Tuesday I got worse. Tuesday night, I got up to take some. As I pressed my arse back into him, I felt him let me go. I turned and watched as he walked over to the kitchen table to sit there in his boxers waiting for his food. “Hun bun, the bacon’s burning.” His low voice sounded amused. I threw a tea-towel in his face and turned to sort the bacon. I jumped slightly when I felt his strong hand touch my right arse-cheek, stroking and squeezing it firmly, I felt a small sigh slip from my lips and pushed myself back against his hand. I gasped softly as I. He then threw me on the bed and started removing his clothes I waited patiently like a hungry lioness. Then he slowly climbed the bed and kissed my neck and then went down slowly kissing in between my boobs. In between all this, I remembered about Priya and Krieger so while my husband was bust kissing my boobs I texted Priya that it was none other than my husband and no need to worry I have handled it. I was in seventh heaven my husband had never done any such foreplay before fucking me I. I led off to the dining car. During the night, we had traveled the length of Nebraska, missing it entirely, and crossing into Colorado. There is a God. I had heard the Conductor announcing Fort Morgan as I got my coffee. I looked at the schedule and realized we were three or four hours behind schedule. I smiled thinking this was one time I really didn't mind being late since I was going to spend the time with Chloe.The stewards didn't blink an eye when Chloe sat with me. They took our orders,.