The bishop was playing a careful game of cultivating both sides for maximum advantage. He was good at this game and was very careful not to get trippe... up, aware as he was that he was stroking a tiger with a snake sleeping in his lap. One false statement and probably both would bite him. Still, he was adept and practised at this. August knew he had to learn fast.Tematha, he was pleased to note, ate what she was given; the food was not that good really, certainly not as good as she was used to. See! he exclaimed, this can not happen! he said sternly, you must wear underwear and not torture me like that, do you understand? yes sir, i said, i’m so sorry sir, i don’t know how i could’ve forgotten to put on undies this morning, please don’t get me in trouble, here i moved a little closer to him, my mouth so close to his bulge, I moved my hand to his and started caressing it like a lover would, i can make it better, i’ll do anything sir, please?! i said and took over. he just stared at me. He changed all that. I watched, transfixed as he sat and swung to face the mirror, the oversize hairspray and mousse canisters framing his gorgeous, stubbled complexion. Dark brown eyes like liquid Bournville sought mine. Broad shoulders, with a well-defined physique lay beneath the Nike T-shirt and jeans. I couldn't help sneaking a look at his lap, the package inviting, before returning my attention to his hair. It was overgrown and lustrous of course, which I stroked as he settled. Perk of. When I entered her, it was all about love, nothing else. Ever since she was admitted to this hospital I spend every moment I can with her, just talking to her, holding her hand and trying to make her comfortable. When she speaks to me, her love comes shining through in everything she says. She talks about everything, when she has the strength. I listen to her and laugh with her, but each night the tears come when I leave her room. We dated all through school, finding time to make love whenever.