There was a knock on my door, and Surgeon Major Armityge entered at my invitation."You know that each week I visit the hospice where Captain Parslow i...s being nursed?" He asked.I nodded; it was due to the generosity of Lord Brownlow that Parslow had been removed from the charnel house, which was the military hospital in Aldershot, to a clean, peaceful hospice, run by a nursing order of nuns."He is near to death. I estimate he has only a fortnight at the most. When I saw him last week he asked. ’ We sit and talk quietly for several hours, drinking more wine and chatting, I find you fascinating and our conversation is wonderful, my painfully bad jokes making you giggle as the wine slowly goes to your head. Outside the storm suddenly breaks and thunder ripples around the house, shaking the windows as the heavy rain lashes down, pounding around the room, all of a sudden all the lights go out. ‘Damm the power grid must have been hit…. wait here a second’ You are giggling again as I. Maybe she grew up in such a prude Christian community that eating a banana right from the peel would be considered too sexual. He didn’t know whether that was true or not, but he liked that idea. It made his cock twitch in his pants to think this was a young Christian prude. His hand slid into his bag and the smooth glass bottle fitted precisely into his palm. Camilla wasn’t a Christian prude, she was a trophy wife. At least she’d rather think off herself as a trophy wife than as a sugar. “Ummm. Yeah, yeah Good afternoon” I said. I didn’t have the courage to scold them anymore. I really needed to talk to someone.“Yeah Dad, you are early today, when did you get back?” Kevin asked.“Just a few moments ago. One of our colleagues died and so I left early.”“O.K. It has been quite a while since you were free right?” Carol asked.“Yeah, I guess”“Are you alright dad? You look like you have seen a ghost.” Carol giggled.“Yeah something like that.” I said trying to smile. They just.