Like Monday the morning went slowly until it was time to go the shops. She bought some smoke salmon and cream cheese bagels, chicken tikka, crisps, so...e cakes and a bottle of Medoc. She had remembered to pack the cork screw and a couple of plastic glasses the night before. Kent was waiting in the usual spot in the car park and opened the driver's door for her. As she walked round the car they kissed."mmm delicious and I be the foods good too," said Kent sliding his hands over her pert bum.. "I didn't know that I had been. Then I remembered why. 'Oh, Jeff—I busted my pretty wings!' " She read, as she heard the hatch open in the roof. Unconsciously, she picked up the pistol from her lap, just in case. There hadn't been any shots, and the 'thud, thud' of plastic bags filled with books hitting the floor was reassuring. She finished the story, and then handed the book to her sister.Two weeks, in a way it was a relief, and knowing helped somehow. "Help me clean up guys." She had them. Movers will be by tomorrow to collect them. You are to collect Sofia after school and bring her home to your new house. Our house.”She took the paper, not reading it, and he could tell by the look in her eyes that something had died inside her. She looked back up at him, and something else was now alive. She slowly dropped her hands from her breasts and exposed her nipples.“Yes, Master.” She looked up at him, her eyes filled with trust and love. Tears of happiness and excitement of what. "I will," I said, rather quietly. She didn't notice. I was sick, sick to my stomach. My blood type was AB-negative. I didn't even know if Jennifer knew it, that in spite of our relatively long association and marriage. It's not something that comes up unless someone is ill. The only reason I knew mine was because of my stint in the military. I didn't know what Jen's blood type was, so it is likely she didn't know mine. **** "Michael Longstreet? No he's not here. He's an outpatient. Are you.