It's a joint process. We've trusted each other with things that can come back and hurt us, but it's all part of the process." I said, hoping she might...take something positive away with her pain."You probably told her what a whore and slut I am." She said starting to blubber."First off, you're not either of those things, and secondly whatever went on between us is part of us, our little share of each other's lives. You're still now, and will always be, my friend and my confidant. Don't over. I went back to the bench and sat an awaited. Afterabout forty-five minutes my wife re-emerged, back inher jogging gear, and carried on with her running. Buther legs were wobbly and her gait slower. After a fewminutes he came out, and went back the way he had come,disappearing through another gate in another corner ofthe park. On the way home, my mind was in turmoil. Here was mywife, being as kind, loving and attentive as ever,always eager to have sex with me � better sex than everbefore � and. She is a little sad, but her spirits are never dampened. The days have blurred as always, but today she feels the winds of time will bring something new into her life. After a long day at work, she walks beside her friends, Laura and Heidi, down the hall of the barracks to her room. The ease others feel beside her are stronger as her birthday approaches. Laura and Heidi are deep in conversation discussing how to celebrate their friends twenty-first birthday, as Faith sees a small package at her. “Laura! Where were ye?” “Quidditch pitch,” I replied. “I put my broom back together so I had to test it out to make sure I’d done it properly.” We headed back downstairs towards the library, where she wanted to check out a couple of books for Muggle Studies. “Anyone else there?” she asked in that careless kind of way that you just know they’re dying for the answer. I looked at her sharply. “A few people practicing for House tryouts,” I said. “No one interesting though.” She was quiet for a.