Really? She was asking me if I wanted her to make a cup for herself? Ok, I decided to go along with it and instructed her to do so but to mind my tea ...nd ensure that it came out properly.I'm not sure if it was because she did it intentionally, or if it was because she was just as nervous and was unsure as I was, but she made a royal mess of my tea. Instead of two sugars she had only used one. Additionally, she used too much creamer. So much that my tea was pale and too cool for my liking. I. Fred ordered 4 large coffee one for him and 3 for Helena. He just held her hand for safe keeping. Helena drank two of the coffee’s before she spoke.“Thank you Fred darling for this” She mentioned. “Every time I seem to turn I find more. It’s overwhelming at times and I am thankful I have you with me now.” Fred let go of her hand and then cuddled her, holding her tightly. The coffee shop girl came over with two more coffee’s and some jam drop biscuits. She placed them on the table and cleared. Was it really that simple? Could the tumultuous events of the last year really have been precipitated by such an apparently trivial decision?Was this chaos theory in action? It had certainly created chaos in my life.In the darkness of the nursery, with Leanne’s mouth suckling at my breast and my body so electrified by the circuit of sensations from my nipples to my clitoris that I was constantly on the verge of spontaneous climax, it was impossible to think of anything else.And now, despite all. So this week she had come back to the old house, sorting through the material left overs of her parents’ lives, and trying to decide what to do. She could probably rent the place again and maybe get someone to manage it for her. She might try to sell it, but she didn’t think it would bring anywhere near what it should be worth. She also realized that although she had only lived there five years, she did have some emotional attachment. Although now empty, the house seemed filled with ghosts of.