‘Oh, I-‘ Sven made to stand and Mimi pushed her hand out, signalling him to sit again. ‘Don’t.’ she smiled, skipping over and planting herse...f next to him. ‘I need you.’ She said, her hands curved gently against his thigh. ‘What, now?’ he asked, his head tilting towards hers. She rolled her eyes at him, her fingers snaking into the hair at his collar. ‘Obviously.’ Mimi planted a kiss on his mouth, prying his lips apart with her tongue, relaxing against him. He pulled away, suddenly solemn.. John shook his head to try and clear his thoughts, and as he blinked he was back in his own room, his hair seemed a little bit longer, as it whipped and hit his neck. John now baffled hurried to the bathroom.Gazing into the mirror John saw that his hair was indeed longer, it was just below chin level in fact, and streaked black and blonde. John took a fistful of the hair and tugged it. John normally was about six feet tall with scraggly black hair, styled in a skater fashion, his eyes were a. The scent was strong, recognisable. The fluid sloshed asshe kept filling the bowl.Eventually, after over halfa minute, she was finished.?Now decant that all intothe empty bottle.? From that evening onwards, he only everdrank alcohol ?second hand?. It was one of the many small ways she tormentedhim. Mart had always enjoyed a drink and he had steadily built up a pretty goodcellar of fine wines. Serving bottles of vintage Bordeaux and Burgundy toKelly, and her friends and visitors, hurt a lot,. My Mom had predeceased him by many years succumbing to breast cancer when she was only forty one years old.Now Fred and I were going through his house, separating his accumulation of 'stuff' into piles. Keep, tag sale and throw away were the main categories.My hubby was in the cellar going through my Dad's enormous stockpile of tools, that he had accumulated over the many years he had owned this little two bedroom ranch house.I had already gone through most of his closet putting his folded.