Their lovemaking had been swift and furious. His body was hard and hot under her grasping fingers and when she came, it was like her body blew apart i... ecstatic shards, reformed only in his eyes. Six months later, she had met his parents. That was the day she found out who the real Charles Halpern was. His father, Charles Henry Halpern. When she saw the family home, her breath had caught in her throat. A huge, Georgian mansion, nestling in the countryside outside Canterbury. She felt foolish. "David leant back on the chaise-longue and said, "Come and join me here and we'll see what transpires shall we?"As they half-sat, half-lay on the sofa he toyed with her slack breasts and licked the dark nipples until they stood to attention. She reached beneath his kameez and fondled his penis and it grew a little longer and fuller, but it didn't really stiffen. The she started sobbing quietly."What's wrong now?" asked David, a little exasperated."You don't want me, do you? I'm old and run to. “Lazy, you mean?”“Relaxed. Comfortable.”“Idle, George.”“Sometimes.” She reached over and took his cock, soft for a change, into her hand. “Sometimes it gets a little more active.”He stiffened a little at her touch, and grinned again. “In the best possible way.”“Oh,” she said, stroking still, “this isn’t the best way.”“I’m not about to complain.”“No.” She kissed him again, but kept stroking. “I like that.”“I like that. You realise, even if we move on to other things, I’m always going to want you. His cry was cut short as his eyes goggled down at his own blade sticking out of his chest. He stood there for a moment before his eyes rolled up in his head and he collapsed. The blade slid easily back into Coraline's hand as the dead guard fell. She stood over him for a long moment standing exactly as still as he was, just looking at him, at his face. All the sounds of the world around just seemed to fade away. A single tear worked its way slowly down her cheek and her head sunk a little.