"Was known as? You make it sound as if he was dead already." I guess it just comes of knowing that there's a place where old wizards go to die. The co...cept may be strange, but it leaves an impression." I guess it would," I agreed, tossing the bitter dregs of my now cold lavis into the fire. "Its getting late, and I'll want to hit the road at first light in the morning, so I'd better be getting to bed." I won't be up to share breakfast with you then, my friend. Have a safe journey." Krei, Labo,. She hadn’t been kissed with feeling in a long time. He held her hand, drawing her to the bedroom. She didn’t resist. She had sought this place. The last roll of the dice. She watched him slide on the bed as he started removing his shirt. She thought about her husband for only a second. He used to have a body like that, before the booze, the affairs and the arguments. Hate was too strong a word, but she wasn’t happy. She hadn’t been for a long time. The man tapped the bed, signalling her to join. He would hold her again and her hands would open her shirt as his mouth sought hers once more. At his gentle urging, she would drop her white panties to the floor, and he would carry her the five steps to her bed and lay her down. He would stand beside the bed for a moment, looking at her, and she would lie on her back, gazing up at him with a combination of anticipation, trust and something else. Fear? No. Not fear. Nor apprehension. But something very close. He would sit. "I will, dad," he replied before heading off with Evelyn to wash down the patio."Finally getting Matt to do something with his life?" asked Ginny as she approached, having seen Matt and I in conversation."Nope, he has a plan, bit risky, but he's going about it the right way," I replied, feeling rather nervous around my daughter."Matt, a plan?" she giggled."He has, good one too, your grandad approves," I replied."You're kidding," she replied a little nonplussed."I'm not. Ask him if you don't.