I love you. I loved what you did. It was beautiful."Her eyes opened and she looked at me, far from convinced."You're just saying that to be nice." Loo... at me, Tammy. I'm crying too. Listen to what I'm saying to you. I liked it. I want to do it again. Please, darling, don't do this to me."She was quiet for a while, content just to cling to me whilst her sobs subside."You can't have liked it, Tammy. It's nasty." Sammy, Sammy, Sammy. It's not nasty. It was from you so it can't be nasty. I came as. The coiled beast within him, that caused the battle rage, he had learnt to control, but this was something else entirely, something that had not been there until he had seen that particular female on the stairs. His heightened awareness of her added to his disquiet, so why was it happening? His mind skidded away from the possibility that perhaps the changes were fundamental, but was he still even ... human? That was not possible; he was certainly still Arron Johnston, but...As the afternoon. .....sometimes her then man would be there mornings and vice versa. i noticed her more that often.then 1 very early nov 2010 morning, it had been snowing very, very bad her son got in the bus, we made small take, he handed me an envelope which i laid at the side.much, much later that day i looked at it, seeing it was addressed to me and wondering what was in it.to my great surprise it was from bayerfgirl, a sort of confession that she had been trying to get up the courage to write this letter. ’ There was a lovely hint of a blush on her cheeks. ‘Where is your husband? Out hunting?’ She turned her back to me. ‘I’m not married… never was…’ ‘Oh…’ I wasn’t sure what to say. Unmarried mothers were supposed to be shunned, but I wanted to thank her, not shun her. I decided to be diplomatic. ‘I am not one of those who looks down on others. I am sure you have a reasonable explanation for your circumstance, but don’t worry about explaining it to me. I’m just here to give my thanks, and then I.