“Quite sure.”I knew the tension coiled in the pit of my stomach wouldn’t relax until I saw Alistair awake with my own eyes, but something frozen...inside me thawed at his stiff nod, and my eyes fluttered shut with tears of gratitude. “Thank you.”I didn’t even hear them leave as I fell back asleep, curled in my husband’s arms.When I woke the next time, I felt decidedly less wretched; my eyes weren’t burning, and my body felt distinctly corporeal, instead of distant and floaty. I was comfortable. Yes, it's a long commute, but that'sunderstandable. After all, Executive Assistants on their own don't livein Manhattan, do they?" No, they don't," I said, tears welling over and running down my face."No they don't," agreed Ms. Dalton.She put the other key, the key to my 5th avenue apartment on her ownkey ring and put the key ring in her purse.Chapter 3:On the train, I looked at the apartment key in my hand. Now my key. Tomy apartment.Why hadn't I objected? Why had I simply accepted it?I. " Ah yes," I said, pretending to think back. "I remember now. My fathermentioned selling to a family called Weissberger. She left the city?" Yes, it was a year or so after the siege. Her husband was killed duringthe siege, a shot from an Ottoman musketeer, I suppose."I gestured an appropriate expression of sympathy. "Do you know where shewent?" I asked casually. " I suppose she would go west, as far from theOttoman as possible?" No, somewhere to the east, I think." The Frau gave an expression. I slowly lifted up her saree till her hips. She was wearing a black panty which I peeled down. There was that cunt again. It was now closed and not yet ready for sex. But I was so aroused; I bent down and kissed it.I was in shorts and T Shirt. I got up, took them off and became nude. I again sat near her and kissed her cunt. She moaned a little and opened her eyes. Seeing me sitting naked near her she said, “What’s the time?”I said, “Its 4:30″“Go to sleep then. What are you doing here?”“mother,.