I cried for days. Raised quite a fuss. I flat refused to go. Well, I guess you know I didn’t get my way. Poor James. I can still see him the day I left. We wrote long letters full of passion and pledges of eternal devotion. James wrote some of the most dreadful poetry – fortunately, he had committed a number of Shakespeare’s better poems to memory and he used to recite them to me.”“Let me not the marriage of true minds?” Katherine quoted.“Yes, that was one of his favorites. It was our sonnet.”“Did you know that you were saying it to yourself when you woke up?”“Was I now? How odd.”“Henry said that you said something else too.”“Oh?”“Yes, it was something like ‘oh, James what have I done?’”Sarah Jane put her hand over her mouth.“So. What then? Do you think your mum’s gone round the twist? The old girl’s gone mental?”Katherine put her hands on her mother’s shoulders. “I think you’re the best mother anyone could ever have and I love you very very much.”“Thank you, Kate. Now, what foolish. She just could not hold onto the towel and hand me my drink plus hold hers. Right there I could see that her nipples were as long as a pencil eraser and that her pussy mound was covered with a small patch of hair like most Korean’s had. There was a long pause before she said; “Here’s your drink, its coke and rum.” Mom and dad will never know I had a friend buy it for us. I snapped back to reality, apologized and we began chatting about the latest gossip. After about an hour and a few more drinks down between us while sitting on the couch Rachel suggested we go to her room and continued our conversation in bed. I rummaged through my bag in the hall pulling out most of its contents to find I had left my pajamas at home. Domaneque had help me pack. I called up to Rachel, who had already gone upstairs to get changed, and asked did she have any spare. She called me up and I entered her bedroom. She was half changed when I came in, wearing long pajama bottoms and a bra, and searching.
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