Summer shook her head slowly as her eyelids began to close. Oh dear. Come on, Anna! Help me get her into bed. said Bess. The two maids carefully carr...ed the young Summer into a rich, pillowy bed. Summer fell asleep almost instantly. Warm. She was warm. Summer sat bolt upright, and looked around the room. For a split second she didnt know where she was. Then it came back to her. Summer sank back down on the plush mattress and gazed around the richly designed room. The door opened, and Bess. Sie d?ste in dieser unbequemen Haltung h?ngend ein. In der Nacht erwachte sie. Ihr wurde kalt und hei?. Sie sp?rte, wie ihr K?rper zu brennen begann. Das Wundfieber begann Besitz von ihr zu ergreifen. Sie sehnte sich nach Wasser, ihr Mund war trocken, ihr Hals rauh vom Schreien. Fieberkr?mpfe sch?ttelten sie.Sie hing zwei Tage ohne Wasser und Nahrung an der Wand ihrer Zelle und fieberte vor sich hin. Am Morgen des dritten Tages ?ffnete sich die Zellent?r. Ein Mann in einer schwarzen Kapuze trat. There have been many stories written in the past and this, though not really a story is again written with her encouragement and mostly for her, but please enjoy and comment.I do blame her, it really is all her fault, had I not met her I would no doubt still be happy in my non sexual marriage not having a clue that my body wanted and demanded more and more attention. What can I say? Not a prude by any means I certainly didn't know what I had inside of me until she started to coyly tempt me to. I had been reminding myself just how young she was, and telling myself the best thing she could do was find someone her own age she could get serious about.As far as I knew, she never dated, always claiming her school work was more important – even while she was spending a couple of hours over at my house.Why then, during that month when Mindy stopped coming by, had I often thought of the incredibly sad, yet beautiful song “All For The Love Of A Girl,” by Johnny Horton, with its truly haunting.