I still want to hold your hand everywhere, at home, in public, during sex and while we sleep. I have so many questions that will have to remain unans...ered. This loss, the slow grind of acceptance, is terrible. You fill my thoughts and my heart hurts. I wish for a different outcome. Crazy thoughts shoot through my head, bouncing off memories of you. What if I’d called sooner? I should have sent more little positive messages. I should have just asked permission to visit. If I had, you’d still. My fault mostly. I sort of wanted to have a drink and bury the hatchet.”“Where did you want to bury it? You're not dressed for a drink, you're dressed for a night out. Which might end up as a night in.”She turned and give me a long look with a wry grin. “He had his faults, but Eric was always a really good shag.”“Sounds like sex is important to you, and you don't much care about convention.”“Perceptive aren't you, soldier girl?”“Well, English, it kinda comes with the job. I'm a private. Mike is now crying, shouted: ‘Stop, please.’ It use to him but nothing. Betty said, we will be able to ask Mike did not calm. We will fix it better in grandma’s bedside. Juliane said: ‘Let Mike before, but still wrapped, on the changing table, it is easier. She touched the jeans off his legs and took up his underpants. Mike suggested that fear for himself. Betty worried handcuffed and chained his hands and said: ‘Before you is you or hurt us, restraining the best place for us all. Juliane. ‘Are you all right?’ he asked. She nodded, and strained upward to kiss him again. ‘Never better. But I would like it if you moved inside of me again. This holding still is a bit of a strain.’ And he slowly with drew, then slid back into her at a greater speed. He kissed her neck as he moved, she panted under him, urging her hips up to meet his, their bodies moving together. Her legs crept up around him and he moved his arms under them, lifting them over his shoulders so that she was doubled.