The forty-year-old woman smiled as she remembered that one hand going up during her speech.“But what if we don’t feel comfortable doing that kind ...f thing?” The young French Mistress had asked.“Then find another job, my dear.” The dark-haired woman had thought to herself.Amelia had simply smiled sweetly at her and then looked across to her newly-promoted Deputy Head, Melanie Edwards. The dark-haired lady smiled back. Melanie had been an easy choice for Miss Marks as her second Deputy Head. .. or, at least relieved. Instead I find you mourning an embryo that may or may not have even existed and if it had existed may or may not have been viable." Paul -- you're a man. You can't possibly know what it's like to be a woman ... to be responsible for bringing new life into the world." You're right. I don't know what it's like. I was merely thinking about how much a pregnancy would've jeopardized your future and mine. Now we don't need to face that, and I, for one, am relieved. Pardon me. "Ayeka my dove." He answered, extending hand. "You need never kneel! Nor call me lord again. After all I am your husband am I not?" Aye beloved!" She breathlessly gasp, it was a simple question yet one she had longed to answer. "You are that! That you are and more!" She stole a glance upward and finding only approval in his deep eyes, clasped the offered hand. His urge for her to stand bringing them together, their faces so close she could feel the sweetness of his breath."Yet I fear my lady.". He looks through it and sees Sarah sitting on the couch. The TV is not on but his girlfriend stares at her laptop. She is just wearing her pink panties and grey tank top although it is mid-February. She seems to be very much in to her laptop since she didn’t notice he got home. He keeps quiet and wonders what she is doing. She types and reads from the screen of her laptop. Sometimes she smiles, sometimes she bites her lip. It looks like she is chatting with someone online. But not the normal.