I've been stared at by at least half the school at this point," I reminded her.She was blushing. "Oh, okay - uh - sorry. Your staff - uh, stuff - is i...n the kitchen."Ignoring her Freudian slip, I advanced down the stairs. "Thanks."Then I had to stop, because she was still blocking the bottom of the stairs."Sorry," she apologized again, getting out of the way."It's okay, squirt," I assured her, turning toward the kitchen. She was still at the bottom of the stairs when I came back with my books. “That’s just so people won’t think I’m stuck up.”She shook her head and giggled a little more.I held her closer. “Nothing’s changed, sweetheart. Not for me.”Mel relaxed a little, then shifted her body as her left arm reached across my chest. “Are you sure? I just wanted… I wanted you to know what you’re getting into.” She looked up at me with damp, reddened eyes. Who could ever break this girl’s heart?I pulled her even tighter to me and smiled. “I still love you. Probably more, now.”“Do you?”. "What??? What the fuck??? Of all the sexist ... We are in the fucking twenty first century, not the dark ages!!! What makes you think we were going to get married!!!" Kim screamed!!!Then to Kim's horror, she felt her stomach being stabbed!!! It was the worst pain she had ever felt, as if someone had just put four bullets into her body!!Kim looked down. Blood!!! Blood was pouring of her jacket!!! Lots of it!!! She looked as if she had been stabbed multiple times and all of a sudden she felt as. “It has to be one of the best-kept celebrity secrets ever.”“We’ve been together for 10 years and married for the last eight of them, but I’ve no idea if we are still married,” I pointed out.“There was a story on e-news a couple of months ago, that she had pulled out of a record deal for personal reasons. She was also supposed to play at a gala concert for the Queen’s birthday last month, and she cancelled. The gossip writers say she’s moved back to the UK.”Christ, I’d forgotten about that..