“Maybe because of those countless things. Bjorn said that the minute I learn everything there is to know about my wife, what will be left to surpris... and delight me?”Grace nodded, feeling that the fear that things with Mac were over was melting away. “I was excited earlier when you offered to look over the options for our wedding. Now, I just feel emotionally drained. I don’t know if I can muster the energy to talk about it tonight,” she admitted.Mac knew he’d taken the wind out of her sails. Asif being a smart guy got the hint and started texting her even at night.Once he started getting replies, he knew he had a chance. Gradually with every passing day, their conversation grew from formal messages to more casual ones and then from casual ones to the more subtle sexting. I encouraged Akansha to get more friendly with him and try and see if he was matured enough and can be trusted with such discreet affairs.They even went out on a dinner date; and later I came to know that he also. "Just put it in the hole Pop, don't worry about a condom. She'll tell you if she wants to get pregnant when her mouth isn't full." Or, "Just lay there, Pop. Marilyn's not heavy. Okay Kimbo, being pregnant is an excellent time for Pop to eat you out. Hang on Mum, I'm coming; just getting the twins settled." Or, "Mum's feeling a bit horny, a little sluttish, so while she takes care of Ronnie, fuck me until I come and then I'll get mum off. I'll come in seconds, and you can fuck her without coming. Weeks of forced march had made their minds weak and their spirits corrupt. They sat and drank their ration of beer, and spoke of carnal pleasures outside of wedlock, and boasted of how many men they'd slain. And they claimed to be soldiers of God ... pathetic.Most had already discarded or lost the cross given to them by their legates. Mine lay safely in a pine box I made with my own hands.But I was different. I believed in our cause. The rest were mere sell swords. They offered their blades.