"Morrel," said the count to him at length, "do you repent having followed me?" No, count; but to leave Paris"--"If I thought happiness might await you... in Paris, Morrel, I would have left you there." Valentine reposes within the walls of Paris, and to leave Paris is like losing her a second time." Maximilian," said the count, "the friends that we have lost do not repose in the bosom of the earth, but are buried deep in our hearts, and it has been thus ordained that we may always be accompanied. Finally, she said, "He's basically a g-good man... but I-I..." ... But, what... ?" he prodded."H-He drinks... and can't hold a j-job..." ... And, you've had to support him... and the kids?" I... I ran away..." she confessed.It was his turn to be thoughtful before answering, "Well... I can see you had quite a burden... but why run away from it?"Dottie turned away from him, her face to the wall, the tears running freely and unchecked, now. She sobbed, "Our l-lives... absolute m-mess... you'd. " I walked over and slipped my arms around him, kissing the underside of his jaw. "Why aren't you asleep?"He tucked my hair behind my ear and kissed my temple. "I could ask you the same thing."I ran my fingertips along his jawline, feeling the bristly stubble. "I woke up and couldn't get back to sleep. I was thinking."Mike kissed the pads of my fingers. "Anything you care to share?"How could I tell him I was daydreaming about a relationship between us, a relationship that could never work? He. So I didn't really give it another thought. It was really itching bad, and I kept rubbing it on my shorts (I wear shorts at work 'cause it gets hot with all the presses running) trying to get rid of that darned itch. I think back now, and wonder if it was trying to tell me something. I just thought that it was a paper cut that was healing. The cutter I was using was from the 70s and was a real antiquated POS (piece of shit). Since day one I had been trying to get them to get a newer and.