That was over 40 years ago. Maureen and I married a little after our 18th birthday. She was the woman I loved and since that day she has made me the h...appiest man on the earth. I have tried to spend the last 40 years to repay her with my love in my meager way for giving the honor of calling her my wife. She call me a silly old man every time I tell her she is as beautiful as the day I met her but it’s true. When I look at my Maureen I see this beautiful bright woman who still makes me smile when. She was wearing body tight jeans and a white low neck short Kurta with 2 buttons, the top one being open.I helped her in into the drawing room and she sat on the sofa. She kept the bottle of beer on the small table and asked me to sit there to give her a company. I asked her to stop drinking for the day and go to sleep but she plainly refused to the idea. She was so drunk that she was speaking a lot. She jumped from topics to topics. I remained a mere listener not interested in her talks. But I. But what was done, was done…”move forward”, he thought. He reached the top step and at the end of the hall he could see his chamber door ajar with just a hint of light flickering through the crack. With tentative steps he approached the door, and peering in he could see a figure illuminated on his bed by the candlelight. It was Sir John, nude and smiling, reclined against the silk bed pillows, his hands behind his head and legs spread to display his manly gifts. Daniel walked closer, compelled. "Bedtime," I said."Don't wanna go t'bed." Sarah said."I don't recollect asking you," I said. "Gimme a kiss and get yourselfupstairs." Please," Sarah said. "Just one more story."Lemuel reached over and scritched Sarah's hair. "You go do like your Daddysaid. I'll come back t'morrow and tell a story just for you." You promise?" Sarah said, looking him right in the eye."Cross m'heart and spit," Lemuel said. Then he done just that."You done promised me," Sarah said, "so's you gotta do it." She.