We were seated at a large table, near the center of the room. Our hostess told us our waitress would be with us very shortly, then disappeared into th... kitchen. She reappeared quickly with a man who appeared to be in his mid thirties, dressed in grey and black, plaid pants, a white chef’s jacket, extremely clean cut and shaven.“Hello, I’m Paul Sheffield, the owner and head chef. I’m very pleased to meet you Mr. Stevens, I’m looking forward to watching you play this year. I have season tickets.”. Your aunt was just telling me that you wanted to discuss some of my implements.” Caroline flushed with embarrassment. “Well, yes. I don’t have much experience with this and my aunt thought that looking at and discussing some of them might help.” “An excellent idea, although we might want to do more than look and talk.” Caroline unconsciously rubbed her bottom and thought about the last time she was in this room. Robert Wilson was an attractive man and she could not deny that she was attracted. I didn't fucking feel sorry for him; he could have given Mandy a baby anytime -- although I realized there was a lot more behind it than that. Mandy was the one who'd said she'd never wanted children and that's why I'd always fucked her in the raw, knowing that she was on birth control because of her intent of never being a mother. When Mandy changed her mind, I guess she couldn't bring herself to admit to me that she now wanted a baby and that she wanted it to be by me. I hadn't stayed away. "Within two to three years, I would think. They could be content to wait that long and possibly a little longer, but much more than that and things would begin to change for them. After a longer time they would become very depressed." Could they kill themselves?" I asked, becoming alarmed."No, that is another part of the curse. They can't die, as that would end their suffering and wouldn't be allowed by the curse. They could go on for a thousand years or more - perhaps even longer, but they.