You know how much I love you. I wish it was legal to marry a fourteen year old.”That was a topic we had joked about many times. Jayden moved her bod... against mine. Her hand caressed my deflated tool.“Don. I hope one day I can stay overnight and we can actually sleep together. I would love to feel you next to me all night.”“Jayden. You are with me every night. When I close my eyes you are here.”“Thanks Don. I like that.”We hugged. She felt so good next to me.“Don. I have something to tell you. "I don't know," she said. I looked at her for the first time since I'd stopped the car. Even her ponytail, which was always perfectly aligned on the back of her head, looked tousled. "I guess I forgot," she said, apologetically."Not to worry," I said, tossing both pieces of luggage into the trunk, thinking that we would take both of them upstairs. "Is the house locked up securely?" I guess so," she said, looking back at the darkened house."Give me the key. I'll turn on a couple of nightlights. .."She entered the store in her favorite silk pattern blouse, and a knee length skirt when he spotted her. Her hair was in a mane like perm, down to her shoulder blades and dyed blonde in an almost undetectable way, except her complexion was a little dark to make a good fit.She had soft brown eyes he could see from the corner of the room. Her lips formed a lush cupid's bow, and her nose was perfectly framed in the center of the other lovely features of her face. Her expression, a seductive. After a thirty-minute drive to his father’s house, Chris found himself standing in front of Dr. Morley, listening to his prognosis of his father’s illness. ‘He’s dying Chris, and there’s nothing we can do about it. The leukaemia is well advanced, and further therapy will just weaken him. Now it’s just a matter of counting the days.’ Chris just stood there, impassive, the only sign of emotion was a lone tear sliding down his cheek. ‘Does Dad know?’ he asked, his voice cracking. ‘Yes, but he’s.