I wonder how I am being poisoned, by food or injection. I hardly eat and there are no suspicious marks that I can see on my body, which I explore freq...ently and with great care, touching myself without inhibition and without the ability to orgasm. Sometimes, only by chance, Alia passes through the room where I lie pleasuring myself. I implore her, quietly, with my eyes alone, wide and surrendered to anything, but she ignores me, or pretends not to see me, reapplying her lipstick, or re-doing. She let out a deep moan as my cock slid in about six inches,“ohhhhhhh” . She looked back over her shoulder again and I looked directly into hereyes as I slid my hands up her spine and firmly grabbed both of her shoulders, pulledher hard against me, and pushed in that final inch and bottomed out in her pussy hittingher cervix. I heard her moaning a deep long soulful moan as I pushed in deep and heldit there with my balls laying against her little bud of a clitoris. “ooooooooooooo” turnedto. What was that for?”“To help us cut through the crap.” Meghan tapped on the arm of her chair. “I know you have a letter from the Volva before me.” She nodded towards Ben. “I know my father there, went to great lengths to protect my reputation. He wouldn’t have told you until he had no choice. If your wife was one of the Ladies at the Healing House then I know you know.” Meghan shrugged. “I thought we would have it in the open. I spent the last two years of my first marriage as an alcoholic crack. He hugged and kissed her, morning breath be damned. She relaxed. “Okay,” she smiled and slipped back into bed.Cheryl checked on the kids. Joe checked on Essie, who looked dead to the world. “Just Nigel,” said Cheryl. “But he went right back to sleep.”“Good.”“I’ll come down with you.”“To protect me?”“I’m not worried,” she chuckled.They found Rachel in the kitchen, filling a glass full of white wine. “Couldn’t find your booze,” she muttered.He pulled the wine bottle from her hand with a little.