Julian's memory had returned.It had been her deepest, most secret fear. She'd been terrified he'd remember and stop loving her. Maybe he had someone e...se, or loved someone else and, with his memory back, she'd lose him.Sitting up in bed, she'd trembled and tears had welled. "You've remembered, haven't you?" she whispered, unable to stop looking at the sadness in his beautiful green eyes. He was sad for her. He was sad at how it would hurt her, his feelings changed. She could see it in him.Her. Heather could feel them being unzipped and discarded on the floor beneath her with the panties quickly following, yet when she looked down she was still fully clothed.Heather didn't know if she was dreaming or going mad but there was no possibility that this could be happening; her body and mind were telling her that an unseen hand had begun to rub her pussy whilst two others were unclasping her bra and setting to work on her breasts. Her eyes on the other hand told her that none of this was. “Oh don’t be a fucking baby and go home,” Waverly told me as she passed the pipe to her mother and exhaled slowly. She could almost sense what I was thinking right then. I am sure it read on my face that I was hurt.Hayden didn’t say anything. She didn’t seem like she knew what to say.“I am not going home. At least not right now,” I said as I thought about my options. If I left right at that moment though then they would definitely never respect me.“Stay Master Justin, I am sorry,” Hayden said I. “Not yet,” he said, “I hope you’re not offended, but somehow, I’m not ready for that. Alice ... my wife ... is she really wanting to be ‘Gabrielle’ now? Is at Trinity Reformed, and I’m not ready to meet her. But, you know, I miss her.”“Do you now? I think that’s a good thing. Do you think you might be reconciled?”“It wasn’t I who caused the separation. At least ... I suppose seeking out Rebecca and then encountering God the way I did ... that precipitated the problem, didn’t it?”“It did. But.