My elbows are drawn back and my swelling breasts lead the way. There is a pleasing tug on my neck caused by the weight of the goody bag stretched to t...e walking stick. I can feel my heartbeat in my throat. My wrists pull at the crotch string as I walk. The scenery is beautiful, but I am f***ed for the most part to look at the uneven ground. I am surrounded by a mix of pine, and aspen trees. Pine needles and other forest debris carpet the path and occasional stones litter the way. My foot gets. Being married didn't really make much difference in practical terms; we officially shared the master bedroom, of course, but apart from that I looked after most of the housekeeping while Amy studied. We made sure that we spent an hour before bedtime, just being together, listening to music or reading. During the summer we made a longish cruise up the east coast. We took things very easily and were careful with the weather forecasts.Her second year at College was much the same, if more intense.. We looked at each other… into each other…. and smiled. And slowly your mouth came down on mine. We kissed… the kiss of all kisses…. like I’ve never been kissed before…. intense, passionate, meaningful…. making tiny goosebumps appear on my skin. Months of talking and longing poured into that kiss. I never wanted it to end. I couldn’t bear the thought of tearing my lips from yours. And all my doubts and fears dissolved with that kiss… this was right. We sat like that for what seemed like hours….. " He growls."Fuck off. I need a cigarette."He's silent for another mile or so. "Alex. Sit still." It's kinda a command form for him - my name followed by a direct order. Whatever appeal it ever had is wearing off. Being ordered around all the time is beginning ta piss me off.Peter stops at the intersection and clotheslines me across the chest. Fast enough to catch me off guard; hard enough to actually hurt a bit. Instantly, my nerves are on fire and I can't breath right."I said sit still,.