It’s not a wedding, it’s a fucking wedding promotion to draw customers to the bank. I’m so angry I want to punch them both in the face and walk ...ut of their lives forever.’ ‘Goodness. I’ll call your mother and get back to you.’ From Sunny, ‘Goodness’ was an imprecation of the highest order. Jeff had been at a meeting with Dr. Lloyd when I spoke to my mother. He saw me when he walked in the door, gave me a small smile and asked, ‘Should I have something to do for a while?’ ‘You didn’t do. The other thing that I might mention is that, after the moderators treated me so shabbily at the time of posting my last story, I vowed never to write again. I have in fact abstained for well over a year, however have written this one for all of those lovely people who have asked me to write more. This story has of course, no basis in reality, it is just pure fantasy about the way I might have been, had life thrown up different circumstances. (Sigh) But now to the story: Rob was one of those. I lose consciousness again. I'm not sure how much time passed but I no longer feel his hands against me. Has he gone? I fight to open my eyes again, my vision is blurry I can barely make out anything. For a moment I thought he really was gone, that's when he pulls my panties off. I manage a barely audible, "No" but it had no effect. He drops my legs back against the bed. His hands run over my skin, taking in my thighs, they make their way up to between my legs feeling my reluctant warmth.. When he said he had taken one that morning shegot the bottle off the counter, poured him a glass of water, and had himswallow two more. "Really, dear," she said confidently, "I'm surethese'll fix you up in no time."He stood shakily and she gave him a reassuring hug, pressing her fullbust against his narrow chest. Despite the way he felt, Mick began toget aroused. His wife was extremely sexy. She tilted her face down tohis -- she was several inchs taller than him -- and gave him a deepkiss. .