It felt even worse when I shot down a human, even if it was a cutpurse. How could the others manage it? Over time, though, the killings weren't of suc... emotional consequence. I could just shoot and wipe the blood from my hands and be done with it.I had to remember, though, who I was doing this for. Jarred, of course, because I wasn't returning back to my room at the inn, exhausted and bloody, to fall into a deep sleep and disregard dinner for my own personal betterment. It was all for. ” She had a collection of scented lotions by her bed. The coconut was my favorite. Her hands were rough with thick calluses from having to walk around on her hands when she was at the house, and they felt amazing on my bare skin and sensitive privates. I came over every chance I got. She liked to call me dirty when I told her what I liked. She went for sitting on my face rather quickly though, which I thoroughly enjoyed. We would put on a movie, I would lift her up and set her on my lap and. I’m afraid James–that’s my husband–just doesn’t care for me any more.’ Louise got Dorothy a tissue, and slowly the blonde woman composed herself. Finally, she was ready to continue. ‘I’m so sorry for breaking down like that. It gets the better of me sometimes. I’ve almost learned to live with it.’ ‘That’s okay, Dorothy. I lost my husband five years ago, and there were times when I thought I would never feel love again. But I’m more hopeful now.’ Dorothy, in control again, looked up at Louise.. ‘Hey, stranger.’ He laughed and pulled her close for a hug. ‘No kidding. I don’t ever want to go this long without seeing you again.’ Mina laughed and hugged him back. No matter how her doubts swirled through her head in a constant tangle, Drew always made her feel better when he was around. ‘You might change your mind in a few hours.’ Drew shook his head and released her. She moved away to finish stuffing the ingredients for her father’s cake into her bag. ‘I’m looking forward to meeting your.