Because I don't want tolose you guys and I'm sure you don't want me to disappear into theCardinal's torture chamber. Remember what he did to the pret...y littleGypsy girl before the hunchbacked fella rescued her. I told you thatRichelieu gets his rocks off watching his minions abuse women." Yeah Snow," added Sniffles, "how'er we... what're we supposed to do?" We'll think.. Scheme... and plot and somehow we'll figure it out.It's a matter of life, death and good fucking. You guys don't want. I took a (fresh) apple and went into the study. As expected – hoped? – there was email from Rachel, Osaka is an hour ahead of Perth.That cheered me up. I'd had another – um – discussion about my "Journal." I was very stubborn: if it was my journal, then it was my journal. There might be spelling errors to be corrected (there weren't), but otherwise it was mine. And I was still reading the Keneally, and getting ever more irritated by the behavio(u)r of the authoritative British. [That "(u)" is. "I'm trans." Really?' she said. "I could not tell. You're pretty." Thanks, Margie," I said. "But listen, it's okay with me if you lookfor someone who is more your type."She put her hand on mine."Who says you aren't my type?" she said, smiling.We ended up at her place, kissing and touching and enjoying each other.I had been married for years, remember. I knew what do with a woman,especially orally. She was thrown for a minute by my penis, but shetwisted around and covered my face with her pussy.. The dark headed man turned to look at me and I realised it was John. My heart sank into my stomach, his beautiful hazel eyes stared me down and for a moment I was lost. He had grown up a lot, I admired his muscular arms and chest through his tight, bright green shirt. I was surprised to see he was wearing the exact same shirt as me. John walked over to me and wrapped his arms around me, I returned the gesture as I embraced his body against mine. He felt so good against me the feeling was.