More than food, drink, sex, entertainment. Because of Dulcie, she'd learned that there's more than what she could see, hear, feel. That there's a ... ...imension ... beyond; just ... beyond. But talking to Bert, she realised that even in this world, this existence, she'd missed a lot that was important, that gave meaning to life. She began to wonder what meaning her life had, could have.She walked with Bert to the church for matins, sat with him, though she didn't really follow the service; there. He pulled her toward him until her ass was right on the edge of the bed with one leg on each side of him, then yanked at her shorts until they were off. He somehow managed to remove her underwear in the same motion because he was staring down at her bare, bald pussy. He grabbed her hips and flipped her around onto her belly and her feet braced on the floor. He held her down by placing one hand in her shoulder. Like last time she did not resist. She was turned on and she wanted his fat. We only dozed for ten or so minutes, then we began to stir. I nuzzled her neck and whispered into her ear.“Shower?”“Mmmm” was the response.We headed to the bathroom, me admiring the view of her ever so bangable bum through her ripped tights. As I turned on the shower, she took them off and binned them.“Aren’t you going to wear them home?” I asked.“Er, I may need to get a new pair,” she laughed, “or I should say you owe me a pair!”It was a monsoon shower, lovely and warm as the water cascaded. ” Both man and wife burst into tears. The provost guards dragged him off, with his wife clinging to his arm. It was pathetic.The crowd begin to grumble dangerously. Then they drew the next name. I heard, “Patrick Timothy Riley.” There were a lot of Rileys in New York and most of them were named Pat. Then I heard that same irritating voice say, “That’s him over there, boys.”I turned to see who had said that and it was O’Brien. The sneering smirk on his face said it all. Molly’s beautiful face.