Eventually, we went up the stairs to bed. The girls went into their bedrooms. Laura carefully opened and closed the door to the spare bedroom. We went...into our room and stripped down and into sleepwear. Laura was wearing her red outfit again. I went to the door and opened it wide. I crawled into bed with Laura.I whispered, "There will come a day when I will only let you keep the top half of that on at the most."She chuckled in the dark. "As long as you lose the boxers, too."We kissed good night. But it soon became obvious, as she rolled onto her side and clamped her legs tightly on her hand, she was immersed in the pleasure of orgasm. It was as if the world had stopped, I’d become so absorbed in Emma I’d completely lost track of reality. I was mesmerised. Watching Emma recovering from her climax was like watching someone recover from a seizure. As her rocking slowed, she rolled onto her back and looked up at me… seeing me for the first time in minutes. She smiled. It was hard to say. I was all prepared to ignore this holiday for the happily (and sometimes sickeningly) coupled. But apparently Valentine’s Day is not a day to be forgotten, and so it decided to pretty much dance infront of me, singing Monty Python’s Theme Tune, and wearing…..very little. I shall start from the beginning. So there I was, having the most wonderful lie in on a monday morning, practising my perfected art of preventing monday morning blues, by turning them into tuesday morning blues (ie, mondays. "Did your mum tell you what I was inside for?" No." Weren't you curious?" No not really Jill, don't forget that she and I were both convicted of manslaughter, her for doing it and me for refusing to call an ambulance, we're hardly the people to criticise anybody else for their wrongdoings are we?"She took a long pull of her joint and giggled."Wow, this is excellent shit."I laughed as her reaction jogged my memory."Do you know what mum said after her first hit of this stuff?" What?" She said it.