We both know we must not threaten our other life.”Helen had listened. When I started to stumble in my nerdy, school-masterly search for the right wo...ds, she stretched her arms across the table, offering her hands. I took them. We were linked and our hands playing into each other helped to ease the awkwardness of her need to know and my wish to explain. She looked up at me now and softly said,“Thank you, Ben, for telling me about yourself. And especially for being so open about what I am to you. The mare gave a whinny, her white tail swishing from side-to-side. She was a gift from my mother right before her passing, given to me when Delicate was just a filly and I was still a virgin. We had both grown up together, her into a magnificent horse with a white coat, almost a brilliant ivory, made more so by the black socks of her forelegs.“How’s it going, Your Highness?” my maid asked. She peeked over the wooden wall from Prancer’s stall. “I’m ready to go.”“Almost there,” I said. Greta had. When she untied her bathrobe and stripped right in front of me, she a nice, thick but trimmed bush all around her twat. I was in awe.“I really dig you nicely trimmed capety patch.” I said as I continued to stare at her. She soon began to giggle as she was blushing red.“Oh, do you?” she asked me as she kept giggling. So after she shed her robe, she too got in bed with me. She then turned on the TV so we could begin to watch the movie we both found. It was a romantic comedy that I’ve saw. I had to blink twice a couple times to see her as a teenager. She seems more adult than..." said Aretha."Us cops?" Sometimes." Is she going to be okay?" Of course, but it will take a few sessions. I think she's in a good place with people who love her. She's never had that before." You mean Joe and Marta?" Yes. I can't really get into details." Of course not."They sipped the rich red wine Aretha handed X to uncork when Margie left. Sitting on the overstuffed sofa, they angled themselves so that.