I leaned forward and brushed my lips against his. They were just as soft as they looked. After a moments hesitation, they were crushed against mine in...a demanding kiss. His tongue prodded for entrance and I eagerly submitted by tangling my own against his plundering muscle. His hands groped my chest, squeezing my breasts to the point of pain. I moaned into his mouth, voicing my approval of his rough treatment.The neck of my shirt was loose and low cut and as he pulled down on the fabric, my. ."Well, at least the naming of the groom resolved one problem, although I noted in the marriage register entry 'Jane' was now spelled 'Jayne'.The Curé of the Church of St Ursula in Valenciennes comducted the sevice in English, even if Patrick/Samuel spoke good French. It was a reflection of how courteous and friendly the locals were to us 'rosbifs', although there were not too many English at the ceremony, or rather ceremonies.Violette Crozier and Henri Thierry stood next to Patrick and. “Oh you sexy man” began Latoya scanning Stephen’s powerful and still shirtless body. “I’m so glad you said yes to becoming my Penis Pal so quickly. I thought I was going to have to wait for days to have my ‘hunger’ satisfied”At the words ‘Penis Pal’ Chloe put her hand up to her mouth and gave a stifled laugh. “What the heck is a Penis Pal?” she thought. “And how do I get one myself?” She quickly looked away out of embarrassment but overheard Stephen asking Latoya if she minded if he went and. I don't see why we should care."Something is severely fucked up. Either all three of these were raised in really 'unique' families and/or cultures, they're all on drugs, or this is the company's idea of a funny prank to get everyone involved in. They seemed sane and sober, though, besides the uncanny nonchalance. I have never heard of any place in the world where a suicide would be treated as something that's not even worth noting. I give up with them and head back downstairs, hearing them.