I go and sit on my bed and sniff the t-shirt, the smell of cologne and a little sweat instantly hits my nose, I feel tears rolling down my cheeks. Not...because I was sad… I was angry at myself for being so stupid. I heard Tom’s door open and shut and I prepared for him to walk in demanding an explanation but he didn’t… instead I heard him walking down the stairs and what I thought was the back garden. I sat on the bed a little while longer then decided to get dressed. I put on my underwear,. My hubby had gone to bed cos he simply couldn't be arsed listening to us two moaning about work. So me and Suzy were just chatting and boozing with the music playing quietly in the background. I don't know what happened we must have been talking about sex or something equally naughty...probably about her many conquests when we just started kissing. I had never kissed a girl before and I suspect she had cos man did she know what to do with her tongue. She slipped her hand under my top and. That's much easier said than done when you think you're going to die and nothing can be done to stop it.But the human body is a wondrous thing. All of a sudden I shuddered and took half a breath. It must have liked it because the body did it again, this time less shudder and more breath."Careful. Don't hyperventilate," my father said.My body said 'Hyperventilate my ass. I want air.' It proceeded to gasp in breaths until it settled down into a normal breathing rhythm.My two men helped me to my. Mrs. Croyden walked between her husband and Abigail. ‘They’re not simpletons. You two know that they’re both clever enough to deduce the cause of what is happening?’ asked Mr. Croyden. ‘Hush,’ replied his wife. ‘They’re not quite far enough ahead yet that voices wouldn’t carry from one group to another,’ she whispered. ‘Besides, they are young and naive and it’s a fine spring day,’ whispered Abigail. ‘How has Jacob been?’ ‘Fine. Fine. He’s a great help with the heavier chores and my old arms.