His partner kept calling him, wanting to know what he could do to help, wondering when he would be coming back to work.Michael shook his head and walk...ed into the kitchen; opening the refrigerator he was not surprised to find it empty.Slumping into one of the chairs at the table littered with old mail, condolence cards and ancient Chinese food the tears began to flow again. It was hard to remember when he had been happy, when everyday was not just a swirling maelstrom of unyielding suffering.His. ”“Ben said your husband was an officer in the war effort abroad; is he due any leave Iris?” I asked cautiously.There was an uncomfortable silence before she answered.“Ronald was lost in Afghanistan over six months ago Margo.” She replied evenly.“I’m so sorry.” I mumbled awkwardly, my blunder causing me to blush.Iris slid her hand through my arm. It’s OK Margo ... really, she said simply, “Come on! Lets show you the kitchen garden.”Later, in the cool of the library we relaxed into deep cushioned. I think I bought bread on Tuesday. Are you going to feed me again?" I would love to," I said. "But I won't."So, I allowed his hands to be down again and we had breakfast together. I took him to the sitting-room afterwards. He curled up on the sofa."Do you want to watch TV?" I asked. He made a little movement with his shoulders."If you like it." No," I said. "I had enough yesterday. I prefer to speak to you. And," I glanced at the box of mah jongg on the table, "to play. You play mah jongg,. I would open my legs for him giving him more room for his hand. Each time he touched me there I shivered and could feel I was getting wetter and wetter between my legs. Sometimes he would run his middle finger up and down my slit which was now so wet I was almost dripping with my excitement.When he touched my vagina like that I just closed my eyes and opened my legs more so he could hold my pussy. Muuu God!!! How I remember that first day we did that all the way to work. It was so nasty so.