All at once what I had seen and heard that last day at her office rushed back into my mind. She had been reassuring him she would still see him Friday....Wait! Fridays she went out with the girls didn't she? OH, Shit. Now I knew why when she got home (which was getting later and later on Fridays) she refused to have sex or even let me near her. Crap, how stupid could I have been? It had been several years since I could get any from her when she had been out with the girls. Hell yeah. She didn't. A year passed and another. Marianne, despite Cornelius' continual reminders of her physical unattractiveness, grew into a pretty young woman. By the age of eighteen her body had begun to develop albeit belatedly. Her legs, thighs and hips had begun to fill out and take on shape. Her silky, flowing black hair now falling below her waist. Her breasts, while still not large, had also grown and now gave her body the pleasing shape of that of a woman as opposed to the rather formless little girl. Her breasts were cold and soft, the heat of the fire almost seemed to burn them. He lowered his head and kissed each nipple in turn, and gently rolled the other in his fingers. Her breath was rapid and his need was driving him. He lowered his hips and felt the warmth of her sex. Now she was fire and he ice. He pushed into her slowly as he lifted his gaze to hers. The moment held more then union, it held promise, and it held hope. She welcomed him in and they moved together in slow passionate. I pulled her into the house and wrapped my arms around her shivering body to give her some comfort. She seemed so vulnerable and weak. It was a different side to her that I had never seen. I had no idea what was wrong but I knew she needed my help. She wore a hooded sweatshirt and jeans that were soaked from the rain and her hair was dripping and matted against her face. I led her toward my room and pulled some towels out from the bathroom. I pulled off her wet sweatshirt and wrapped a towel.