“Brian knew me better than I ever knew myself. We were together for so long that it was nearly impossible to think about my life after his death. It...��s a good thing I had our children during those first years as a widow. They kept me sane and gave me a reason to live, instead of crawl in a hole and die.”There was nothing constructive for me to add without sounding pompous, so I remained quiet and listened. “It’s been years, but sometimes it seems more like just a few weeks. He was everywhere in. I lean back against his body, opening my legs wider and pushing against his finger. He inserts a second finger into my tight opening, stretching me open further, I continue to grind my pelvis against them urging his digits deeper into me. Come sit on the desk for me. He pushes me off his lap, gesturing where he wants me to sit perched on the edge balancing myself on my arms braced on the desk. He rolls his chair over bringing his face close to my slick folds inhaling my muskiness for a brief. "Mandas uttered a short, derisive laugh. "Oh, of course, Norlan. I give you those coordinates and you will not claim at all that you got them from me."Norlan paused, then backed away from the wall. He tossed the cane into the far corner of the room. "No, I will not."Mandas looked nonplussed. "What?" You still don't get it. You still don't understand."Mandas gave him a bewildered look."As much as I was loath to admit it, Mandas, we hold a great deal in common. But there is one crucial. Our relationship, and yes, that is what we had, if only one sided, had to progress somehow. This afternoon, on the train ride home, it did.I had found a seat, and Lora stood unknowingly before me, rocking to the motion of the train. Leaning forward I found that I could actually place my face against the woollen fabric of her skirt. It was a weakness on my part, I agree, but I had no control over my feelings for her.My hand touched the inside of one calf, the silky nylon and the warm smooth skin.