"No; you're very content and excited but once you do what you were aboutto do there is no turning back. Think about it for a while. Let's justbe con...ent with each other as we are. I want to kiss you some more andthen I'm going home while you clean up. You need to keep that dressaway from your crotch; semen stains horribly." Ever the pragmatist." Mila caressed Steven's face and kissed himdeeply.Mila slept soundly that night without dreaming. She woke refreshed andput on spandex yoga pants,. Sitting down in the chair beside her bed, he wondered if he would ever get tired of watching her sleep. She was so sweet and innocent, so precious, maybe someday she would understand how she had saved him from the path of self-destruction he was on. Her question was still on his mind as he sat there. Suddenly, thinking of tonight’s revelation he whispered a quiet prayer. ‘Libby if you are watching over us, help us now.’ As Anne readied her weekly report, she dreaded what she knew she had to. I closed the folders told her I was sorry and went to sit by the window. She could see that I was embarrassed but me looking at the nude pictures of Paul’s wife seemed to really have pissed her off. Paul was sitting at the desk and Carol took a seat on the edge of the bed that was closest to the desk and we got back to a normal conversation.I had finished my beer and looked at my watch and it was about 1 in the morning, I told Carol that we better get going and she said that she wanted to. Even before the early turn cook had arrived, I'd already prepared a fry up and Kevin and I were just cleaning our plates as the white uniformed man let himself in. Leaving the chef to tidy up, I left the kitchen and headed to the garden where I sat down and enjoyed the cool, crisp morning air and the spectacular view of the sunrise. I'd not been there long when Mr Foster arrived, dressed in a gown and slippers. "Trouble sleeping, my dear?" he asked.I nodded and tried to smile. "And you?" I was.