Then he realized that he can no longer hear the clicking of her shoes. A strange sensation made his back tingle. He turned. She was standing in the mi...dle of the staircase, looking back over her shoulder with a puzzled expression on her face. She quickly averted her gaze as if caught doing something wrong, and set her foot on the next step. Maybe it was something to do with the fact that she wasn’t watching her step, but whatever it was, she tripped. Her heel scraped against the stone and her. Mr. J., Mason, Wayne, and a host of people from the big club were there for Mr. Bell's viewing and funeral service. His burial was private, just for us. Our property was large enough for us to create a family plot when Rebecca left us. Mr. Bell joined her behind the white metal gates.Someday Millie, Colleen, and I would be buried there.It was a long week.For a while, either Colleen, or I would sit with Millie until she fell asleep. Her need to grieve was obvious and we wanted to be supportive. It felt so full, so warm. I gasped again and gripped the pillow. He began to flex himself somehow. I can't imagine what muscles he used, but I could feel him moving all the way deep inside. He squeezed my hips as he flexed. I lost track of time as those small, subtle movements brought me right to the edge.I tried to increase the stimulation by squeezing him back, using my own muscles to draw him in more fully. He finally stopped moving and held himself still. We were both completely focused on. " Petara jumped to the younger woman's defense. "Not everyone enjoys the blood and gore like you."Sisanna chuckled. "I tell you what; I'll cut the ears off the ones you kill for ten percent." I think you are horrible, Sisanna!" Theasa snapped back.With a shrug of her shoulders Sisanna turned on her heels and walked out of the compartment. "I'll run some navigation simulations on the bridge."Tears glistened in Theasa's eyes and one ran down her cheek. "I can understand why she failed the mating.