I was dating this one young woman named Tanya that was an on stage beauty. She was 5’6 blond hair and blue eyes nice slim trim body and breasts tha...t she never seemed to cover very well or often. In a dressing room you got to see quite a bit of your fellow actors as you threw on costumes and applied your make up and prepared for the next scene. Tanya and I had a very fulfilling sex life; the stage was her turn on. We would practice our lines and then screw like mad resting in each others. Then it was time for him to leave.He gave her a warning as he left. "Cassie, my darling," he said most seriously, "For God's sake don't believe everything you read in the press. If they print anything that upsets you, let me know, and I'll tell you what really happened. Promise?"She promised.They agreed to use email while he was away as for as possible, with Skype or a weekly phone call. Phoning from abroad seemed too expense for Ged, whereas Skype was free where they could access it.They. Shed never experienced such a feeling of pleasant exhaustion, of complete relaxation. If the boys had tried to disturb her during the night, she hadnt heard them. She slept better than she had in many years, and she awoke starving. She made pancakes and sausages again for breakfast, but only because the frozen sausage links and the pancake mix were the only suitable breakfast food she could find in the house. Shed have to stock up today. Tomorrow morning shed feed her sons ham-and-cheese. Silmaria sniffled, and angrily dashed the budding tears from her eyes. “Stop it,” she muttered to herself softly, “He’s gone. He’s gone and been gone almost a year, and you’re stronger than this. He made you stronger than this.” Yet strong as she was, grief still found her at times. Though her heart tried hard to hold the man’s memory in fondness and happiness, the wound of his loss was simply too deep and personal for her to ignore. She was healing, true; healing in the fashion of a wound.