All of a sudden it was like being married without any benefits. One could say that the Tremonts killed the magic,” Richard ended sadly.“Oh Richard... this is just how I feel! Oh, why didn’t I speak to you openly? Then we would have had a chance.”“What are you saying, Ellen? We still have a chance.”“No, we don’t, Richard. Be reasonable. I cannot show my face in London anymore. Your parents will much rather strangle me than allow me to see you again.”In contrast to Ellen, Richard had slept a little. I had a beard on my face so nobody got a doubt. Manasa was looking young in that tight top and jeans. I insisted her to go to the restroom and lower her jeans to give the guys there a good look at her milky white soft navel. After lunch, we went shopping for her.I selected a short just covering her thighs and above her knees. She asked why shorts. I said because we are going to explore the city at night. We purchased the shorts and returned home in the evening.I removed my clothes just as we. Tomorrow, she would have to pack up and head home for the last time this year. Tonight, she had to bed down so she wouldn’t be half asleep and groggy when the boys woke up. So, she finished her wine, and with a great deal of reluctance, left behind the arousing show of muscular male bodies. The night air was cooling enough to encourage them to put on shirts anyway.Debbie slipped into her sleeping bag, already formulating plans to start taking weekend trips far earlier next year.**Debbie. I feel cramped and yearn to stretch. I move. First one arm, then the other. All the movements are accompanied by soft popping sounds. Last I open my eyes; I see!I lay in a white hospital bed, the moonlight pours through French windows placed just beyond the foot of my bed. Among the show-white sheets lie black ashes and hard, dis-colored bits of what can only be skin. I look at my legs, my hands, and my arms. Bathed in the moon’s silver glow, my body seems the color of polished copper. Weakly I.