There are no words to describe my grief. I’m good at words and emotional processes; I’m a family therapist, the senior partner in a highly-respect...d practice. I still don’t have any words for that. Rowan was my emotional foundation, and just like that, she was gone.If it hadn’t been for Lily, I think I would have folded. I couldn’t, because I couldn’t do that to her. I had to keep going for her sake, and so I did—one foot in front of the other, one damned thing after another. I took a leave of. Clearly impressed, he buys a pack. Upon returning home he tells his wife about them. “Olympic condoms?” she replies: “What makes them so special?” The man says: “Well, there are three colours - gold, silver and bronze.” “What colour are you going to wear tonight? “She asks wearily. “Gold of course, “says the man proudly. The wife gives him a withering look and says: “What about silver? It’d be nice if you tried coming second for a change.”A sausage factory owner was showing his arrogant son. A little white cap was settled in a nest of hair pinned up to show off a long slim neck. A black silk dress hugged the figure framing a pair of large breasts in white frills. Several layers of stiff cotton petticoats were visible pushing up the hem of the dress. Sheer stockings seemed to support the whole ensemble with shiny black high heels as a precarious foundation. Setting off the image was a starched white apron, ruffs at the wrists and a silk black bowtie about her neck. Aurora was. Without touching her I came closer and allowed myself to be invigorated by her perfume. I was so close I could feel her body heat. She must feel mine.At first I caressed her with nothing but my breath, relaxing my lips and exhaling slowly so she could feel the eupneic heat and then I pinched my lips cooling my breath as I approached her beautiful breasts. Her perfect nipples hardened and for a short moment she had goosebumps on her sweet heaving chest. Then I sat back and observed her perfect.