In the garden of memory. In the palace of dreams.....that is where you and I shall meet.
-John Donnelly
"For the sake of God, can't you control your language?" Even if unwittingly, a furious blush enveloped her natural rosy cheeks that she tried to obscure with an air of rage towards that insatiable man. 'Her husband precisely' And that is what his words had claimed, hadn't they?
'Tonight I will make you cry my name so many times and in so many ways in my bed that you will never be able to recall even the first letter of the name of your dead lover.' She gulped looking further away into the darkness, lest he might notice something strange on her face and read her thoughts? For the imageries running through her mind after that tell-tale proclamation weren't something she would want
