I was to blame and I would have to own up to it. Perhaps an apology was in order? But would it do any good? I decided that it would. Even if an apolog... did not mend the riff between Mrs. Ford and me it would help to ease my conscience.Going to work on Tuesday morning was a welcome change. I viewed it as a break from my weekend of torture, although I guess I didn't hide my feelings very well.Stephanie did her best to cheer me up. "What's wrong? Did your girlfriend make you sleep on the floor?. The message, late on Tuesday, about coming to look at my pipework. Yes, I know it's corny, but he enjoys that sort of thing and I can't help indulging him. As long as the double entendres don't become triple or just off the scale.So as I lay in my bed that night, revelling in the sexual anticipation and arousal. I needed a plan, and this time I was going to nail it. A pampering session, I think. He loves my smooth pussy, it makes me feel so good . The lingerie, the shoes and finally, what am I. Last year I was betrayed. I understand now it wasn’t meant to happen, but it did. I shouldn’t have been where I was. And the people responsible for it have lived happily since. That is until now. What they didn’t count on was me coming back. Since the life insurance paid out they quit their jobs and moved into party central. It’s nice when a murder can cause so much happiness. Now a more than year later I’m here to say hello…and goodbye. The Halloween Bash, as it has come to be, is expected to. Lawrence,” Sir Issac introduced me. “His primary mission is preserving human culture. Colonel Lawrence has traveled the world collecting documents, artifacts and interviews so that human culture survives invasion by the Swarm.”“Thief!” someone shouted from the general assembly.This wasn’t going to go well.“If you don’t want your culture to be only the Disney version,” I spoke out of turn, “then I’ll need your help. How do you want to be remembered?”“Defeatist!” someone else shouted.“I have.