" Ferro, why haven't you..."The constant demands and continuous interruptions were keeping Ferro from his designs. His real job, as far as he was conc...erned, was sitting at his design board and working through the blueprints. However, he wasn't able find a few hours of uninterrupted concentration to work. His frustrations continued to grow day by the day."Ferro!" someone whose voice he didn't recognize called from his doorway. For Ferro it was the final interruption. He whipped out his knife. This is the first morning I've woken up since Daniel died, without pain. This is the first time, I've woken actually looking forward for what the day might bring.I just looked at her a moment, trying to figure out my feelings. "Me, too," I said, with a sense of wonder. "I don't want to say I feel good, but at least I feel alive." Exactly." She was still looking at me, studying me. It was like she was trying to create a mental picture of me. "You made coffee. I poured you a cup a few minutes. ‘It will be for me after I make myself a stiff drink.’ I replied looking him in the eye with a sly smile. The ice machine was in a small room with a door. We walked in and closed the door. I placed my bucket in the machine and it filled with ice. I picked it up and turned around. The man was right there in my face and started to kiss me. I dropped the bucket and kissed him back. Our hands exploring each others body. He pulled my robe open, my pussy now dripping wet. I found his cock, it was. ”Dawn stood up and crossed over to the other couch. She picked up a bathrobe I hadn’t noticed earlier and quickly put it on, belting the robe at the waist which unfortunately removed all view of her spectacular naked body, save for a deep ‘V’ of prominent cleavage down the middle. Staring down at me, Dawn frowned and said, “Actually, maybe you should stay here.”Arching an eyebrow, I looked up at her in surprise. “What?”Exhaling in resignation, Dawn head-nodded toward the stairs. “I know you’d.