She stopped at Cecilia's desk."Gosh, are you okay?" Cecilia said, wonderfully bright-eyed, naive, and good-natured."I'm... much better. Thank you for ...etting me lie down." Want me to take you home after work? I've got my car here?"Oh god! Laura thought. Temptation. "That would be nice," she said softly, half-hating herself, but spending most of her effort trying not to blush with shame."Meet me here at five," Cecilia said, smiling.Laura could hardly stand the tension. She actually got a. He watched as slowly but surely as Toni returned slowly to her old self. The sparkle in her eyes returned and her confidence more evident. On quiet mornings she would stand by the table and talk to him, although sometimes she would stare out across the water oblivious to his chatter. But to Matt it didn’t really matter, for he simply enjoyed her presence. It was a fine Friday morning that thing’s changed. Matt was halfway through his coffee and in discussion with Toni about the weekend ahead.. I lay back on the bed to watch her.She looked at me with a bemused expression, “Hmmm, first the tattoo and now this.”“What do you mean?” I asked, running a hand over my crotch.“Don’t get mad, but you were kind of a prude before, never really watched me, and certainly never rubbed your penis in front of me before.”“Do you want to find out what else I do now?”She sat down on the bed across from me, spread her legs slightly. A lewd smile formed on her red lips. “Fuck yes.”Yep, weddings still made. The shelves fell and books blew with the storm. The fire went out straight away and furniture went crashing into the garden. And the man.’ She stopped again, swallowed. ‘He was behind the fire so he was in the strongest part. It blew him too, right through the glass and into the garden and all the way across the grounds, tumbling and tumbling. But I stopped watching.’ ‘What happened to him?’ ‘I didn’t see. After that it’s a blur again. I think Sire Mastro was there. And we were in the cellar..