Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm… plums. She begins to paint his arms as she leans into his ear and whispers… ‘I want to love you, as I’ve never loved… I wa...t to move you and be moved by you, bodies and souls ungloved.’ she kisses his ear… and comes to his lips… where in the corner of her eyes she sees a tear… she licks up his tear and kisses him with every drive of desire she has been building up for him. She sits up and pulls him up to her… where they both now sit in the middle of that blank canvas… waiting. It was getting late now. Off in the distance came a sound that John recognized as the famous clock, "Big Ben." He was in London. It was after two, and a fog was starting to roll in from the river.'Go home to bed,' John pleaded. 'Please, let this nightmare end for a while.'"Excuse me, young woman. Do you know the way to Pinchpenny Lane?" The man was tall and well dressed in an expensive-looking top hat and frock coat.Polly jumped at the opening. "Why I was just going that way. Would you like me. It is a small school, very well regarded and free of the pettiness and tomfoolery so often associated with boarding schools. Randy's mother is an American citizen, and as such, Randy is automatically a citizen of both countries. Because of that, some of Randy's classmates affectionately gave him a nickname of "Yank". After the accident that killed his siblings, his classmates had closed quickly around him to provide support for him in his time of grief. The bond that formed between them was. In the morose silence that followed us glimpsing our destiny, we did what kins-people from the Great Southern Land have, in desperate times, done for many generations. We opened the shiraz.“We must, my love,” I said, having tasted the summery-plum flavours that kept the memory of the Coonawarra alive today.“You always do the right thing, Annie. I won’t let you down and let this cup pass from me.”That sleepless night, Eve and I snuggled together, whispering sweet nothings. The what, why and how.