She looked so beautiful and innocent as she slept. He knew it was wrong but the thought of her small, soft body, naked and vulnerable to his touch jus...t fueled his excitement.He looked from her sleeping form to the bowl in his hands, he hadn't cum that much in a long time, so thick and creamy. He looked back to her, where was the worst redness of sunburn, or rather where did he want it to be? Her small breasts rose and fell as she slept and he raised the bowl, dribbling a little of its contents. . if he kills me so be it. I deserve anything that he does to me."Her heart jumps into her heart throat when he comes down the stairs. Despite her resolve she retreats from him. He sits heavily on the couch while she stays on her feet.Then he speaks heavily, "I wanted to kill you as badly as I have ever wanted anything in my life!"After a lengthy pause he continues with weary resignation in his voice, "But I can't! I love you. Is that insanity taken to the highest level or what? Ok, here is. ’ she added, with a smile. ‘Which I would win round about now.’ Grinned Nic’ ‘Shame that precludes getting to know him any better – for a day or two anyway. How about you?’ ‘I’m not going off with two guys I only just met, and I’m far too considerate to bring one of them back for you to get all frustrated listening to. She pouted theatrically. ‘looks like we’re being good girls this evening.’ ‘Don’t be sad Ali puss,’ said Nicola, using her father’s pet name for her. ‘There’s always tomorrow, or. For even now, even after how badly it ended, that was where he was supposed to be. Knowing what he now knows, feeling what he feels now, with all the hurt that he has ensured afterwards, he still wouldn’t have changed anything, being there with her after her husband died was where he was supposed to be. And to answer her question, ‘of how do I know?’, It’s simple, because he was there and he knows, and for him, that’s good enough. It’s like that proverbial question of how do we know that god.