I was kissing each and every inch of tummy area and then I smooched on her naval, she was contracted and was pulling my hairs and was moaning…. Hmmm... … hmmm … ha ha ha…..Then I started teasing her by encircling her navel with my finger…. With this she lost her balance and fall on the bed… I was encircling it and was looking at her, she has closed her eyes and was enjoying then she opened her eyes smiled at me and with her hands pressed my face on her naval…Then I started to lick her navel with. ‘I thought you had to wait until she was stronger?’ I asked.‘Ideally we would, the problem is that as the necrosis from her limbs gets worse the harder her already damaged organs are having to work. It’s a fine balance but she needs the surgery if she has any chance of survival.’ She carefully explained.A sudden horrible thought occurred to me.‘What surgery will she need?’ I asked in a panicked tone.‘I’m afraid there is no choice but to amputate her limbs, the septicaemia has caused severe. It is my retreat you see - a place where I can be alone, and do as I choose, work hard - digging, planting and harvesting, or sometimes just chilling with my book, listening to my music in my potting shed. I even installed a sneaky fridge in my shed – well, you have to have chilled drinks at hand when you work so hard! It was a hot midweek afternoon, a few months back. I’d arrived at the allotment earlier than normal that day and cheerily said my ‘hellos’ as I made my way down the path to my. Helena fought with the box until she wasfrustrated-then she just ripped the top open and poured out the cerealinto the little bowl. She then carefully poured in some milk, and ate it.All in all, it was a nice meal, designed to support a day of work."Where's Tom?" asked daddy. Daddy then went downstairs. It took a fewminutes, but soon daddy appeared with Uncle Tom. "Now go get yourbreakfast and go take a shower! And you need to decide to tell us what'sgoing on, or what's wrong!" daddy yelled..