That being said, this can be a new beginning for the both of us, Marie. We can share a life journal, start a clean white page. I want this house to ev...entually be your home, our home, as well as the house on Long Island. There is no reason when the time comes not to keep both. I suggest that you call your mother and father and tell them where you are. You are lucky to have them, you know. I miss mine. I’m sure that they are worried by now. I would like to meet them…’ * * *Marie:* It is almost as. My satin bath robe was slightly translucent and cut to mid thigh. As I stood in front of the mirror I thought to myself rather vainly, that it contrasted well with my tanned thighs. The contours of my breasts were vaguely discernable but my hard nipples were quite prominent. Although little on the small side, it could be drawn over just enough cover most of my upper body. I also knew that if the light in the room was quite bright it would be almost see though. I played with the outfit to see. To no surprise his blood remained on it, perhaps his grey matter too,Jax didn't really want to know. The bed he had been sleeping on was an itchy brown sack that was filled with hay, atop a raised wooden platform that was attached to the wall. Quite the luxury in a prison like this. It was always bitterly cold in the winter and spring, they were offered no blankets or fresh clothing to help with that either. It really made Jax thankful for the summer months. To his dismay, it was rolling back. Portia and I have no secrets and I am delighted to meet you.” She was a force of nature, turning on her heel and leading the way into a sitting room. She seemed to know we would simply follow.“It’s really too bad, Portia. The bloody Ministry of War simply commandeered the main house and told me, in no uncertain terms to leave the estate and find somewhere else to live. They wouldn’t even let me stay here in the lodge, all bloody hush hush or some such rot. Anyway, I had a word with Winston and,.