Right in front of me they kiss ardently and then stroll back into the house, their arms about each other’s waist.
With another vicious nip of jealousy and a forlorn sigh, I turn to the task. First, I unload everything, segregating it into three neat piles. The smallest of these is the dungeon pile. With a great deal of effort, I move these inside and downstairs as directed. The heaviest boxes are those destined for the library – books and computer equipment for the most part. I tackle these next, and thus it’s an hour or more before I cart my first load to the master – or Mistress – bedroom. And there I’m greeted not just by my latest, most painful surprise but another incredible incidental one.
My Goddess and angel are sprawled naked on the bed: kissing, caressing, and murmuring endearm
