‘The Rächer—the Avenger—we were afraid . . . your hand.’ ‘My hand,’ I asked. And then the horror. I lifted my hand, and it was missing—...he signet ring of the De la Arbois—finger and all. And so, patient drinking companion, I keep my hand below the table, still not able to face the mark of my villainy and the judgment of the Rächer. You ask about my Margaretta? The journey of my dear, sweet Margaretta, partner of my shame, did not reach England. On the very night of my chastisement in the. Life’s not fair.’ Deciding to give in to temptation, and live in the moment for once in her life, Faith rolled over onto her back to see what would happen if Bill woke up. The hand that had rested on her shoulder now lay warmly over her side, his arm tucked under her breasts. He mumbled incoherently and pulled her tighter, unconsciously stroking her. ‘That was nice,’ she thought, and wiggled under his embrace to get another fondling reaction. Turning, Bill laid his face against her shoulder. We kissed passionately. He told me that he loved me as I told him that I loved him. I looked at Megan and held my hand out to her. She ran over and took it. I hugged her as Keith hugged us both. She told me she helped him pick out my engagement ring. I looked at my ring then to her as I said that I loved it. She hugged me telling me how happy she was for me. Keith tightens his hug around us as he told us both how we made him so very happy.Megan looked at him as she said, ”Ask her the other. Sensing this was our turn, Mark and I both stood up and removed our last pieces of clothing. We all stood in a circle around the coffee table, looking at one another. Mark's cock was a little bigger and a little thicker than mine, a fact that was not lost on Dee, judging by how she stared. Sarah noticed the look and my apparent discomfort and jumped in."He needs it that big because he doesn't do anything else," she said with a giggle. Mark nudged her, half hurt, half playfully. "It's true.