For now, we both must smile.’ +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Our wedding celebration passed in a sickening blur, far too fast for my liking... I was dreading its end, when I would be handed off into the care of my new husband for our first night together. I knew what I had to do, what was expected of me. I laughed into my goblet at the thought of my mother’s kind advice: ‘Lie back and think of England.’ Yes, Eleanor. Think of all the strong sons you’ll bear him. Your husband. This. ‘We kissed. Our tongues played cat-and-mouse, trying to taste each others saliva — unable to get enough of each other in our attempt at spiritual communion. (‘Do these things in remembrance of me.’) ‘You take me in your arms — easily lifting me up and onto the high bed. I feel my legs opening — wanting to feel you entering me and how it feels for you when I enter you. You leap on the bed easily, as though you can fly — Peter Pan in a fit of playfulness. ‘You lay on top of me, moving up and. After taxes and opting for the lump sum amount, I ended up depositing a little more than $200 million. For about a year, i simply enjoyed the money, but the plan I had started forming so long ago was never far from my mind. It was constantly evolving, constantly growing better, constantly becoming more real and less fantasy. I purchased about 400 acres deep in the dense forests of the north-east: far from civilization and prying eyes. I quickly hired company to come in and clear out the trees. Finally, I decided to clear the air once and for all. ‘Sarah, you’ve known me since we were kids, and we’ve gone steady for four months, so I think you can trust me, right?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘So if I promise not to force you into sex, how far are you willing to go?’ Sarah thought about my question for a few seconds, then in a quiet voice said, ‘I’m not sure.’ ‘Would you let me touch your breasts?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Would you let me put my lips on your breasts?’ ‘I think so.’ ‘Well then, would you let me put my.