”“Have you ... Well, I don’t know. Maybe this is inappropriate.”Frej grunted. “Why?”“I mean ... It’s a personal question.”“Are you...thinking about my feelings for Elise?”I swallowed. “Yeah, in a way.”“Then ask, and I will say if I cannot answer you.”“Okay ... What I was going to ask is if you’ve ever regretted not ... doing something while the person was alive. Doing something or saying something.”“I can answer that.” Frej took a long breath as he scanned the sea before us. “The answer is. I know that part of the problem was that she didn't know how she was going to get out Saturday night with me at home. What she didn't know was that I had already solved that problem for her.I also think she was nervous, wondering what the night would bring. There was more than a little excitement and anticipation in that nervousness, of course. We didn't have sex again, and her mood would swing from one extreme to another. One minute very loving, the next cold and distant.I also hadn't. Want a Lot of Cock.” “Oh, Mr. Marshall, that’s Wanda Lota Koch. It’s true that in Germany my last name is pronounced ‘caulk,’ however, here I pronounce it to sound like KOSH.” “My apologies Ms. Kosh.” I stammered. “May I just call you Wanda?” “Of course,” she smiled at me. Seeing her smile and the way her tongue peeped out between her teeth and lips triggered a memory of a television commercial I had seen. “Wanda, you look familiar. Where have I seen you before?” “I’ve had some exposure on TV. Wow. Did I sound like that when I growled? It sounded almost menacingand imposing, something primal.At least, I could hear him getting dressed. I heard another couple oftearing sounds."You're safe, now. I've got the boxers on." He seemed to grimace.I turned around to see him slipping the shorts up to his hips. His legswere really hairy. "Everything fit okay?"He nodded as he buttoned the fly. "Yea, surprisingly." He looked overat the pile of tatters that used to be her clothes. He.