.. why do you want to hear about my fantasies?"She touched her husband's cheek gently until he opened his eyes to look at her. "Because ... you're my ...husband and I want to share everything with you." Even her best friend ... just once ... hopefully for a miracle to happen..."Tom ... I've been thinking. I really can't stand to see my best friends in such pain when you and I are so happy! Diana jokingly said something that's made me think that we could help them ... and I want to." She leaned. All we seminarians were men, after all, and we soon formed close relationships as young men in similar situations often do. We prayed together to help each other through moments of uncertainty and difficulty. When Matthew’s little brother was in a car accident, and he could not keep himself from silently weeping during evening prayer, I touched his elbow and told him that I sympathized with what he was going through . He knew that my commiseration was not just empty words. The time I spent. Where is he? We should ask him." she started turning to see if she could see him."Des, is all of this going to fit into the wagon as well as the animals?" Del asked"I don't think so." I looked around like my mother to see if I could see him. The answer came to us by way of Aunty Kim."I told him to stop bringing stuff here. I don't think you need all of this, I can help sort out some." Aunty Kim grumbled."Please, you're the best at arranging things in a wagon. We'll need room in the back area. She swears aloud about my lousy driving, but then she realises my stare at the blinding white triangle full of scented secrets between her legs, and she blushes deeply crimson. »Sorry!«, she mumbles, maybe even meaning it, and with a deep sigh she sits up straight again. And for the first time she watches me with an interest for a little while. »You are nice!«, I brabble in my hormon-related manly confusion - and that's maybe the most stupid thing to say, then she questions the statement.