I remembered I left it on its stand beside the spot where Lizvette lay. Her hand or toes must have strummed across the strings as she turned in her sl...ep. I tiptoed down the stairs and peeked in at the girls.Lizvette popped her head up in the darkness and whispered, "I didn't mean to make a noise. That was pretty music." I stepped over to where she lay and leaned down. "It's my favorite. Rest now and I'll make you sausage and pancakes in the morning." I looked down into her face as she rested. It’s not everyday you find a Sales slip for your fiancée. She choked back more than a few tears (clearly some very bad memories there), and remained quiet the rest of the night and needed me to hold her while she slept. I usually did anyway (I made a note to myself to find out more about ‘M’). She later had it expensively framed along with a newer sales receipt selling a certain Allison Blair to one Peter Wells, which she hung proudly over the center of our bed. She jokes that it gave her a. Jill stepped in front of Wendy, slid her finger between her legs, then held it up to my nose and asked, “Do you think she is ready for your attention?”I inhaled the scent on her finger and licked a drop off the end of her finger and laughed, “I think she is, but I could use a shower before we begin. Think you can warm them up while I clean off all the sweat for the day?”Jill smiled at Wendy as she pushed her back on the bed. She looked at Helen, “Please mount that pretty little face, instruct. "Oh yes, very much so, and unlike my wife, I am sure their scars will never fade." Good." The expression on her face told Matt that whatever his idea of revenge was, hers would have been ten times worse. He went on. "My only regret is that I was not present to administer the punishment in person." She came over and put her hand on his shoulder."From what I know, you had to take care of your wife. That was your priority."It seemed like hours, but was just two hours when Hendy came in. He checked.