Marcus had done his best to make it into an acceptable dining area. He had his soldiers scrub the walls, the floor, even the ceiling in an attempt to... rid the stones of as much mold as possible. With the addition of a large fireplace and nearly a hundred candle lit sconces, a tapestry adorning one wall, and furniture fashioned from oak harvested from the nearby forest, the space had become reasonably comfortable. Not Rome... not even close, but as a shelter from the cold inhospitable. One reporter commented that what else could one expect when traffic was bumper-to-bumper and moving at 60 MPH (Miles per Hour).As usual, there were a lot of talking heads bemoaning the number of dead and proposing all kinds of ridiculous solutions to the problem. Anybody with any sense had to know that this sort of thing was going to happen every once in a while—there was no way to eliminate it.By the time Sunday came around, the mess had been cleaned up and the TV people were talking about. Her slender form trembled slightly and Dan's testicles somersaulted. Margot had called out, " Come into the parlour Dad and make yourself comfy." Dan found it strange to be called Dad. It added to his confusion and made him feel awkward; being home was going to be nothing like he imagined.They'd exchanged few letters during those army years, and both were apprehensive about their future together now. It felt like they were entering an arranged marriage.Margot had given a lot of thought since. She cautiously asked, “Eric, could you show me? You know, by kissing me.” I had only kissed my sister on the cheek a couple of times and never on the lips. This was something that was very hot for me. I had trouble answering as I moved towards my sister. I took a breath and said, “OK.” She walked up to me and put her lips close to mine as I moved closer to her. Our lips touched for a few seconds who was nice and then I pulled away. I really liked it but was not able to kiss the way I really.