.. You’re not a sorry person. You apologize. When you say you’re sorry it makes you sound like pathetic sweet heart. “He said tenderly” Your t...o beautiful and maintain too great a life to be someone who can call themselves sorry." He moved his head slightly closer and she took the bait pulling in slowly for a kiss as if in a trance. "Well if you insist Jenny!" He waited for her to make her move to make her feel the aggressor, and that’s when he took over locking lips rolling his tongue. Listening intently, I finally heard it, muffled sounds from down the hallway, towards the bedroom.Whaaat? Damn, that better not be what it sounds like! I slipped out of my pumps and padded softly down the carpeted hall. The sounds grew louder. A moan. Of pain. A groan. Of pleasure. The bedroom door was open just a crack. I eased it open some more and looked in.Talk about surprises. But it was I who got the damned surprise, a double barrelled surprise at that.There, both butt ass naked, lay Kamp. I fell asleep in her arms, a dreamless sleep without nightmares.By late afternoon we were in Virginia, close to my home. Washington beckoned not far away. It was there the endgame would be played out and Callie’s future would be determined. Tension returned, body taut. I was alert and watchful.“Where are we going?” Callie asked.“Home,” I told her.“Is that smart? Won’t they be watching your place?”I nodded. “They will. But we’re not going to my official home. We’re going to another place, one. I groaned, my pussy clenching. My toes curled in my shoes as my heart beat so fast. I drank in the sight of the bride clothed in her virginal white, a veil covering her face but not hiding her blonde curls spilling about her gauzy face. She he had a plunging neckline, her bodice adorned with glittering crystals that reflected the light and gave shape to her round bosom. She clutched a bouquet of purple flowers—a mix of tulips, roses, and carnations—before her. I hardly noticed her father.