They finally found an empty room. Once Sondra had kicked the door shut behind them, her lips became steadfastly locked to Barry's, while her hands wer... everywhere, shoving the cape off his shoulders and scrabbling to pull his shirt off. His fingers yanked at the lacings of her corset, pulling it apart and tossing it across the room before allowing his lips to feast on the great sumptuous breasts that emerged before him. Sondra moaned and rolled her head back, luxuriating in the lavish attention. Our parents had left us a cabin up in the wilds after their death and this was going to be only the second time we'd ever used it, neither of us were really into the outdoor stuff, but she'd persuaded me it'd do us good to have a week with no television or telephones.It was a good idea at the time, or at least we thought it was, Christmas in the wilds, fucking bullshit!We'd argued when the engine seized which really helped matters, as we were only about two miles from the cabin, we unloaded. He also survived the fraught journey from Dover to Aldershot in another cart, but it was the hospital in Aldershot that was his undoing.The dressings of his wounds were not changed for a considerable time, allowing the filth, disease, and pestilences that prowled the long corridors of the hospital to take hold. An infection entered his wounds, and soon fermented into gangrene.Over time the gangrene had spread slowly through his body, and it was amazing that he had survived for so long.. I had thought you were chained to that horrible place. Seeing you here like this, I don't know what to say." Phil replied."How about just saying you love me?" She asked."I do. I just don't know what to do about this." Phil said, with his voice shaking. "I don't know how I can be with you condemned like this." I'm not dead yet, Phil." Kim said, with tears starting in her eyes."You might as well be. Susan told me about this travesty of the goats, and I can't imagine being a part of that. It is.