“I’m fine. It was lovely. It’s just...”“Not feeling guilty about Pete I hope?” he asked, misreading my emotions, “I thought it was his i...ea and...”“It was his idea. Don’t worry,” I smiled, stroking his cheek and stiffly bending my legs so I could sit on the sofa’s edge, no doubt leaving a damp messy path beneath my vulva. We kissed again but I reluctantly avoided the long, loving embrace that so easily could have ensued. In my post-orgasmic, vulnerable afterglow it wasn’t an easy thing to. I’ll just wait for you in bed,’ She leaned in to kiss him and pulled him forward by his tie. John resisted her kiss, still distracted, until she dropped a hand to his crotch and began rubbing him through his slacks. ‘Sarah, I… Listen, some things have changed.’ ‘Mmm hmmm, some things have grown,’ she laughed, referring to his tumescent cock, then dropped to her knees right in front of him. ‘Fuck, Sarah…’ She shook her head. ‘Eventually, but I want this first,’ she said while unbuckling his. I had it custom made for me. I should mention it has a detachable train. What do you mean detachable.Well for the formal part of the ceremony a cathedral length train of satin with gorgeous bows and ribbon edging attaches to the back of the dress. The point on your waist where it attaches is hidden by a big satin bow. Later when you want to dance you take off the train and you have a standard ball-gown. The gown sounds wonderful, just what I'm looking for.Oh, are you looking for. His mother meets him at the door, attempting to smile through her pain, and hugging and kissing him warmly. Moving into the space off the kitchen where his father’s bed had been placed, he becomes intensely aware of the cloying scent of death. Jeff knows the smell only because several years earlier, a few mice he had poisoned had died inside the walls of his house. The idea itself is a horror to him and he fights to force down the sourness in his throat. The deep, deep red of his father’s.