I could feel her tensing around my fingers and rammed another in and sped up even more. As I lent over to kiss her she tensed up and I felt her cum sh...ower my hands as she moaned into my mouth. She lay on the bed, uncovered, naked and beautiful in my arms, panting and breathless. 'It's your turn now, I want to make you cum too!' She shuffled down the bed and pulled the covers over her head. She started on my nipples, licking and sucking them and as she gained courage she lowered her body down. "Where are you, Beatrice?" pleaded Paul. "Please come back. Where have you gone?"There was no reply.Paul remained in the bedroom for several more hours. He couldn't bear to leave while there was still hope that Beatrice might somehow be mysteriously reassembled. Every now and then he pleaded for her to return. His emotions were torn between bewilderment and grief. He quite literally couldn't believe the evidence of his senses.And why Beatrice? Why was it his wife who'd contracted whatever. It’s only when I don’t listen or there’s a conflict between them that bad things happen. Well, excluding a fucking storm in Stockholm early this Summer.”“You miss her, don’t you?”“Yes, I do,” I said, with tears forming in my eyes. “Every minute of every day.”We drove the rest of the way home in silence.When I got home, I told Dad I thought that the interview had gone really well and that I probably would be going to the orientation meetings starting in November. I let him know that I was sure. Marilyn nodded agreement.As I looked at the two woman - one my wife and the other my brother's wife that I'd been screwing for twenty-four years - I knew there was something more each wanted to say. The fire in my belly subsided. I knew it wasn't the medicine. It was the relief from guilt."There's something else," Carol said. "Something even Marilyn doesn't know." I'd never seen here look so conflicted and guilty. Marilyn saw it, too, and her eyes cut to me. We waited for Carol to continue."I.