Realising that it was probably just her imagination Jo slipped back into bed and after reading a few more pages of the diary she drifted off into a re...axed sl**p. It was the sexy feeling of the sheet sliding down over her body that woke Jo up at what must have been around three in the morning. In her sl**py state, Jo realised that John had come home and was in the mood for some hanky panky, so she just let out a soft, approving moan and relaxed her body ready for her husband’s attention.. This is your home now and will always be your home as long as you want it. If you want to move out I'll help you get a place."Amy shook her head, "I don't want to move. It's just... She didn't finish because the tears started again."Amy, I did something a couple of months ago and I was waiting for the right time to tell you. I guess this is a "right" a time as ever. As you know you are the only family I have. I got in touch with Carl Samples and changed my will. If anything ever happens to me. I could feel him, sense him. If he caught up to me I knew I was in trouble. The type of trouble that made my body hum and spark with need for him but I knew he wasn’t going to let me off that easy. I would have to wait and suffer this tremendously delicious torture until I beg out for him, call out his name, in pure ecstasy. I took a sneak peak backwards, wrong move. He was running with fast speed, his rippling body with slight sheen and in the sunlight looked like a Greek god, my own personal. A quick glance around the large, softly lit room quickly established that she was the first to arrive. The windows and the walls were hidden by large, heavy curtains and tapestries. Bright oranges and reds predominated, and the small Persian carpets hung and lit from behind gave the room a distinctly female feel, enhanced by the total lack of furniture. Just a variety of soft cushions, all shapes and sizes, but mainly creams, fawns and soft oranges lay spread all around the deeply piled burnt.