We went to the hospice and he signed some papers and got Vivian's journal. She wrote a letter to him that said she had written letters to him, me, you... Laurie and Jack. He had them, and as far as I know, he still does. She also left a key to a self storage space. Laurie saw the body and said goodbye to her mother. She's taking it very well. As far as she's concerned, her mother's up in heaven, watching over her."We went to the storage place and brought everything home. Laurie's bike and scooter. "You can get closer," I said, encouraging her. "Takea good look." She got out of her chair and knelt on the floorbetween my legs. As she bent over my cunt, I felther hot breath tickle the sensitive skin of my innerthighs. she was so close to sucking off my twat andmy hand blurred over my clitty nubbin as I thunderedinto my first orgasm. Suddenly, as I kicked and squirmed in my chair, Annashoved my fingers out of the way so she could watch myspasming clitoris undergo its crazy contractions.. The surroundings seemed unfamiliar, she had forgotten her own entry a short while ago. Her head ached and, more noticeably, her vagina throbbed with a painfulness that seemed to radiate throughout her whole torso. It felt as if a solid wedge of something was inside her, but there was nothing. Gradually her memory returned; without moving she lowered her eyes to the alien hand that openly caressed her breasts. It had actually happened... she wasn't a virgin any longer. She'd lost it, and quite. Maxwell’s shop, with a smooth path to succeeding him on his retirement, and in most ways life was good. I fished and shot, sailed, studied local history and took pictures, but never joined the clubs. I composed the local newspaper crossword, too, although very few people knew that. I had nothing to go away on holiday for, and I had never known serious illness. What sort of shop? A jeweller’s, and that’s part of the story. I wasn’t quite a virgin. There had been a couple of farm-girls I’d known.