She could accept his desire for status as a reason to want to marry Neral, but it couldn’t be allowed to be the only one. Nessein, on the other hand... liked banter and liked barbs. His intellect and wit had to be keen. There was always acid on the tip of her tongue, even as she maintained respectability at Court. In her mind, for him to be fit to remain, he had to not be chained to the pain of his upbringing. He had to be able to endure barbs and give back with wit and just the right amount of. "Bill shook his head. "Don't be too hard on yourself. You weren't blind; you were hopeful. Again, there's nothing wrong with that. You couldn't have known..." He let his voice trail off."I couldn't have known that my husband was so despicable, so dishonest? Maybe I couldn't have known at first, but I chose to remain ignorant, in spite of the many signs around me." Sharon felt the rage boiling inside her. She knew it was just barely contained. She clinched her fists and heard the plastic fork. Scouring the picture seeing your beautiful black silky hair, eyes with the glint of happiness carrying a smile with in your dark beautiful brown eyes that emphasize sweet full lips that I adore kissing and biting such erotic lips highlighted with a light crimson lipstick, that I found so maddening that tipped the balance of desire to lust, all I can help but manage a deep reluctant sigh. With tears welling up in my eyes, still looking down hearing a distant voice saying, “Sir are you alright”? . The evening was warm for winter and the snow, even where it had drifted deeply, was practically gone. Angela watched him as he worked and took note of what he did.When they returned to the house, he offered her a gin and tonic as an aperitif, and they went to the living room where she again exclaimed at the flowers and the chocolates. He poured her her drink with ice and a slice of lime, and they sat before the fire, Bob once again coming to her for attention."Oh, Greta went to see Gerard," she.