I watched as Mike tickled him and gave him a bath. How he hugged and carried him everywhere due to his slight limp. Tears flowed down my face as I wat...hed the boy hug Mike and tell him he loved him, I thought of my own father who was lost on one of his missions and how I would have given anything to hold him again.Activating the transporter, I transported the boy to my lap, and placed him on the third bed. The alarms started sound. I brought up the damping fields, sealed the room, and shut the. I was tired and drunk so I went to the bedroom to go to sleep. I closed the door, took my dress off, and lay down next to Tommy in just my thong and fell asleep. Tommy was out cold! Snoring loudly. I still remember the snoring...he always snores when he's drunk. I remember this next part all too well. I started waking up breathing heavily. I was on my stomach and I felt like I was about to cum. It felt sooo good. I didn't think anything of it because Tommy and me would wake each other up that. At 29, she was also 10 years older than me. Four months later I invited her to see my mother. I knew the two women wouldn't like each other but to my surprise they did seem to get along. My mother had raised me all by herself. We were not wealthy but she gave me everything I needed and took great care of me. I took care of her too. But now the time had come to leave all that behind. I was ecstatic about moving in with my girlfriend but I was terrified about what mom'd say. "You what?" she. And I especially enjoyed it when they asked me to come into the dressing room to ‘help’ them with something! Then that evening we once again enjoyed each other’s company in bed, knowing that that would be the last time that it happened. The next day we took the train back to Genoa. Madeline and I had decided that we would not return to the Lombardi estate with Juliette, but continue straight on to Paris. And so we said our goodbyes to Juliette, and boarded the Orient Express for the return trip.