Do you need coffee?”“I’d appreciate a cup,” I replied. “And I apologize again for being a bit late. I had to change my flight arrangements.�...�“No worries. I’ll leave you with Werner and have coffee brought to you.”“Thank you,” I replied.He left the room and I sat down at the conference table with Werner.“Did you study German in school?” he asked.“Yes, but only two years - one in High School and one at university. And that was some time ago.”Coffee was brought in and Werner and I went over the. He followed her around to the driver’s side.A large grey van had parked next to the BMW, allowing some privacy from the other shoppers. He pulled her arm and spun her; her back hit the BMW. The cool metal against the bare skin of her lower back made her want to pull away from it, but he pushed her back as he pressed his body against hers.His chest pressed against her breasts. He kissed her and she responded by passionately kissing him back, their heads leaning this way and that. Her leg moved. Once he let up and removed it, she choked hysterically. Thick strings of saliva hung from her lips like melting icicles. Avery stretched out on the sofa again, folding his arms behind his head. Becky joined him, belly down, her head raised above his cock. He had so much to tell her. debilitating thoughts that lingered, getting more severe with each passing day. He came to her for consolation, that's what her degree was in, but as the appointments grew more personal and Avery began introducing. .. no, no I couldn’t dwell on that, not now.Just those thoughts were enough to make my head hurt and for that yawning chasm in my chest to threaten my sanity again. Here though, my early experiences after Everett Reilly were a lifesaver. I had learned back then to push the pain aside, to compact it and lock it away. If it were hidden, trapped behind steel walls and a locked lid, then I wouldn’t have to deal with it, wouldn’t have to face it until I was ready.I hadn’t had to use that skill all.