As we were devouring our delicious dinner, he saw my questionable face and stop me immediately. He said that he can ask me anything after our desert. ...s I was licking the spoon for peach cobbler, he moved his seat from across the table next to mine. He held my hand and I started to panic, is he going to propose? He immediately stated that our relationship is going south, mostly work and no more fun and he wants to have the spark we have when we started dating. Suddenly the drank me, dancing on. "That's very good," he sounded a little condescending in his metallic tone, "Do you know what day it is?" I shook my head; I have no idea, maybe Friday? "It is Thursday the twenty-sixth of February, three thousand twenty one." Thursday? That felt wrong, but I couldn't think why. My head was really starting to hurt."Last question then I will let you sleep." I nodded, "Do you know what your name is?" I started to nod, of course I know what my name is, everyone knows their own name, mine is .... Thinking no one would come in after me i only partialy closed the toilet door. so there i was giving my cock a shake after my p i hear noises coming from the bedroom. i think shit because they aren't normal noises of people taking are the sound of merriment you get at a party these noises are those noises which two people make when in the middle of or in this case the start of fucking. "ive wanted you all night" i hear womans voice who i vaugely recognise as my mates wife say so i totally. They appeared unusually close that night. I was standing in the small untidy garden at the back of the cottage, taking all this in and breathing in the tangy sea air when I felt, rather than saw, Trotsky stiffen. I could just make out his pale coat in the feint light. He stood tall, head erect, the posture tense and guarded. I tried to pick out Magic but his black fur blended perfectly into the deeper shadows by the low wall.I called them to me and pulled them quickly inside, shooting the bolts.