I knew that I loved her but the hole left by Withers was so deep that I could barely function. I saw him every day but I ceased my usual evening visit...to the forge. I didn’t want to go anywhere near him. He looked at me with sad eyes and the realization that our lives would never be the same. I resigned myself to the fact that it was time for me to leave. My life would begin anew somewhere else, without the stigma of the imprisonment and maybe, finally, I could forget him … * * * * * The knock. “Better luck next time” I offered and made my way out back through the kitchen. My heart was still pounding as this time I opened the small gate between our gardens and stepped through to my own. The image of Mia with her jumper wrapped about her head as she sat on the edge of the bath with the small white triangle of her panties encasing her ass was still etched in my mind’s eye. My cock, swollen and twisted within my jeans throbbed at the recollection. “Shit” I whispered to myself unable to. Jana trat nah an meinen Vater heran und reichte ihm die Hand. Sie war etwa so groß wie ich, und damit fast zwei Köpfe kleiner als er. "Ich bin Jana. Schön haben Sie es hier, ich denke wir werden uns wohl öfter sehen." Sie schaute sich demonstrativ um, offensichtlich um ihm eine Gelegenheit zu geben ihr Dekolleté zu bewundern, dann wandte sie sich mit einem gekonnten Augenaufschlag wieder ihm zu."Schön dich kennenzulernen Jana. Ich bin Mike. Aber wenn du nicht gerade beim Umzug helfen willst ist. ”“Damn you to hell my Lord!” Dawkins swore.“Good then we are in accord!” I cried delightedly, “Can you walk or shall I push you in the bath chair?” I asked Miss Rochester.“I should prefer a kiss,” she replied, “And I would like to walk or perhaps you can carry me, it is not far surely?”“Not too far, let us see how we get on, Dawkins can push the chair,” I agreed.We walked slowly back to the house.“How did you get along?” Mother asked me.“Very well, she fucks like a dream,” I admitted,.