The warm summer winds blew and life for the Hardin family was rich and good.However, for Frank Hardin, that Golden Summer turned out to be a Winter of...Death. The 1850 epidemic of Cholera had descended upon the Valley. One of its first victims was their little daughter, Lorrie.Brokenhearted, in their grief, Frank and Sarah clung to each other like survivors cling to a life raft.They buried their little daughter right in the center of the wild flowers that she had loved.A scant two weeks later. I suppose time will tell just like the story goes. I surely don’t want to cause any problems in your home life or mine for that matter. I guess I should let you know that. I hope I made that clear when I tossed out everything else on the line. I am not saying I want a relationship. I just wanted to let you know that you have been the hot topic of my fantasies lately. I know it is probably due to the fact that we joke, flirt and tease like we do when we are around each other. Whatever the. I stroked her clitoris with my long painted nails and she camequickly before collapsing into my arms.I had never imagined lovemaking could be so wonderful. I ordered patent leather heels in black and red and had leopardskin mules to wear at home. With my first client I wore thigh highboots, my corset and a teased platinum wig. I looked very draggy whenI put on my thickest false eyelashes over my already attached ones.He was clearly excited as I opened the door.Firstly I put a leather hood over. And then, without a change of tone, she continued on another track. "Do you think our son will be as loveable as Ellen's?"Henry chuckled. "He will be our son, Josie, and we'll love him. That's all there is to know." But what if..." Ssh, Josie, don't worry. It's not like Ellen is up one-nil on the score card and you're trailing," he assured her. "You're up two-one, anyway." But Pat and Megan are not yours."Henry reached out and held her face."Josie, they are. You have given me two wonderful.