We would just lay in bednaked and fool around, and talk. We would talk about any number of things. Sometimes we talked aboutfantasies we had when we w...re younger. Sometimes we would discuss thenews of the day or describe what it was like to orgasm. There were no settopics, and nothing was out of bounds. We just lay there naked, teasingeach other like four year-olds, talking.I had met Danielle ten months earlier. We had bumped into each other in asupermarket check out line. Well, actually, she. He was totally out of his depth. Isabella looked up at him. She squeezed his hand.“It’s alright. We’ll get this sorted out. Just remember, you have lots of people who can help.” She turned to Demitris “Tell me, what do you do here?”“I was steward to Sir Theodore Killross. I remained in that position when Guthrum took over.”“Excellent! You’ll know who is trustworthy and diligent, and who to avoid. Tell us, what happened here?”The man’s composure collapsed. He slumped into one of the chairs.“It’s. Frits had tried the same and took a look after his retirement. He stood there pretty sure of looking at the right house.Hesitatingly an elder lady in waiting at the doorstep asked him politely if she could ask him maybe a queer question.She is of the generation, some year in the 70ies which doesn't dare to speak unasked for at an unknown gentleman.Writing this, is the third time I cry in ten minutes. Firstly the music. Secondly as result at a flash of million memories.Thirdly from this romantic. Her eyes roamed aimlessly, unfocused. Her chest rose and fell with each gradually steadying breath. She looked over at her lover, and with a clumsy hand movement panted: “that… has never happened before.” He looked decidedly pleased with himself. She had a dumb grin on her face as she lay there in complete bliss. It took a while for her to regain her basic motor functions and even then, it was difficult to kiss him.He wasn't finished. She didn't quite know what would happen now. She was dazed..