When that part of our life ended I was least aware of it, except I woke up one morning and realised he seldom touched me anymore. A long time ago he c...mposed sonnets in my name, and always he welcomed me with a tray of breakfast and a kiss in the morning. I can’t remember the last time he did any of such to me. Too many times I’ve tried getting back some measure of feeling into him. Once I’d even jumped on him at night, but he’d knocked me off from the bed and turned on his other side facing. I refilled her glass as well as my own."How many people do you have here?"She shook her head. "Some have run off. My cook is still here, one of the maids, you saw her, and an old man, a slave that was my father's overseer. He's at least seventy." No fieldhands?"She shook her head. "He told them to leave. Told them the soldiers were coming." How are you going to... ?" I don't know," she said. "We'll let it lie fallow if need be."I put my hand atop hers. "Maybe you should leave, let him have it. We stayed home that first day and spent most of the time in the bedroom. We showeredand ate together, because we found it hard to leave each other alone. I wouldenthusiastically give him blowjobs, and he reciprocated by eating me out. Of course, wefucked and fucked and fucked. We never got dressed and the sight of the other's nakedflesh stimulated a new round of carnality. He would finger a nipple or caress my bare belly,and I was ready to go again. We were all over each other like a****ls in. Then he toweled her and blew her furdry, using a new brush proper to brushing fur. To finish her he styledher hair. After drying and straightening it, he made two braids on itand secured them with hairclips. After finishing, he hugged her and felther soft fur. Her smell was light and pleasant. She looked at the mirrorand approved her new look.It was night when he finished her bath. He made their dinner and aftereating he proceeded to take care of her nails."Now, Julie, I want you to choose a.