I move my hands to his arm and I pull his hand away slowly. My knees buckle when I see a pool of blood being revealed, along with black marks all arou...nd the deep slash."I-I-I'm..so s-sorry." I stutter, tears of guilt now rushing down my cheeks, once again."Shhhh, it's okay.." He whispers, his eyes soft and forgiving as he looks at me. I shake my head and I lean forward until my head lands on his chest. "I didn't mean too! You scared me." I whisper, my tears coming more rapid as I watch the. Her long, strong fingers brought me to a gentle climax as I thought about her in my bed that night, my knees up, legs spread wide and my nipples aching for her mouth. I drifted off to sleep with, I suspect, a contented smile on my lips.Sunday. “Come in, come in.” Polly was wearing brown dungarees over work boots and with a white t-shirt under the bib. She also wore a leather apron, scarred from slipped chisels and God knew what else. She was wiping her hands on an oil-stained rag. “You. You know that I love you and Gabby more than I can possibly put down in words and I will mourn the time we have had stolen from us even as I journey onto whatever afterlife awaits.I know you very well my darling and the most important thing to me is that you have someone to love and cherish you as I know you love and cherish me. You are not suited to being alone. You have a deep passion for life and for love and you must leave me behind and move on (not too soon I hope :-)) but move on you. "The changing cannot move. Do not try. Even now you are not lost. You aremerely being remade, the skeins of destiny being rewound and rewoven. Youfeel a dull itch building inside. It begins in your throat, like gossamerwings lightly fluttering against your neck as they try to escape. Butnothing is leaving. That sensation is the changing's new form, a freshshell of flesh and memory being formed around their self."In the poor light Edward's fear seemed to have an almost femininedemeanor, enough.