I shook my head, trying to bury the worries; I could do nothing to improve the situation, and I was going to need my wits about me at the Palace. I tr...ed to focus on our surroundings, watching for danger at every cross street. Alistair caught my eye at one point and shot me a sympathetic look; I tried to smile reassuringly, and then looked away before I could start worrying again.The Palace gates had dozens of people standing around it; I caught sight of Alfstanna, and a man with. We would talk about everyday topics as well as his wife. He would tell me what is was like to have her in bed while he sent photos over the chat. It sounds a bit creepy, but I would jack off imagining it was me who making love to Christine. After a month of this he confided that his fantasy was to share his wife sexually with another man. He said not only does the though of someone else having her drive him wild, but that she was always horny and he thought she would be more satisfied with a. "How long is it?" It runs about seventeen minutes," Richard said."So does the Hindemith," Emily said."Well, perfect! I'll do a few songs, and that will be it. Who goes first?"For a few moments, they considered the options."How about you, Sandra," Emily said, "then me, and then Richard after intermission, and then the Serenade last." Good, that way I'd get a break between singing," Sandra agreed. She wrote down the program.Richard couldn't help smiling at her enthusiasm. Still, you have to start. It was much later. The place where I lay was dark, which meant hours and hours had passed. I heard voices, this time much closer, and nearly understandable. "Dr. Temple. Your devotion to this young man is admirable, but he will not be conscious for some time, if ever."The work we did was far too invasive to even consider him waking for several more days. We opened him up against everybody's better judgment, and so far he's survived. As you know, his vital signs are very weak and failing. We can.