She was all dressed in a white robe and looked just like she did the day they were wed. She was beautiful.She acted impatient, as she waved at him to ...urry, just like she used to when he dawdled too long and she wanted to go somewhere. He reached his good arm toward her and tried to run to join her. He stumbled and fell, was still, never to move again. Up in the clouds a young man joined his young bride and they entered the door together. It closed behind them and was gone.He didn't hear his. Get on your boat and sail home to Mann and live out your life, grow old and fat and fuck your wife until your balls fall off. Or, you can come into this valley and die. We won’t ransom your noblemen. We will kill you all, regardless of your birthrank, like the English pigs you are.”Henry Percy seemed to bristle at Jean’s comments but kept his temper in check. Before the Englishman could respond, Jean continued.“Or if you prefer, we can settle this entire matter as gentlemen, right now!” Jean. You make your wish, blow out the candles, cut the cake, and resume talking at length with your family members.Elizabeth, or Lizzie as your aunt called her, is your mother. Five foot eight, dark brown hair, blue eyes, and a sweet smile, she had been a rock for you and your sister ever since your dad just up and left. The stress had packed on a couple of extra pounds, but she wears it where it counts, giving her a curvy figure that showed no matter what she wore. She wasn't exactly a prude, but. It was Stan."Hey, what are you doing up there," he asked, pulling himself up to the bed of hoses."Uh, just lying around thinking," she responded."Strange place to do your thinking," he replied. "What were you thinking about?" You," she said shyly, "and how much I enjoyed my last visit here."Stan pulled himself along side Michelle, taking in her fragrance and her figure. "You look good lying up here, but aren't you a little lonely?" Not anymore," was her reply. "I was hoping you would come up.