> > He loved the feel of her arm snuggled into the crook of his...he loved
> > everything about her...and he always would, because they were one. They
> > didn't need to talk as they walked...their mere presence to each other was
> > worth more than words. Time...place....it mattered not where or when...they
> > were together. He leaned over at one point as they walked and kissed her
> > quietly on the forehead and they kept walking.
>
> The walk back was punctuated by the occassional stop. At times
> the security detail could not clear the press quickly enough to allow
> for an uninterrupted journey. But that only made the walk take
> longer, and thus more enjoyable.
Candance cherished their time together, despite the interruptions. She
savored each moment, knowing that the days ahead might allow very few
opportunities for others.
> > They got back to their quarters and the silence was the only thing
> needed...he turned her around and kissed her deeply, feeling their
> embrace. As she was going to speak, he put his finger to her lips
> and went to the bathroom where she heard a cork bounce off the wall
> and then water being drawn.
She smiled as the subtle aroma of her favorite bubblebath floated towards
her. This was Lorin's show tonight. She would wait and see what
adventures he had prepared for them. She had not been disappointed in the
past, her patience always rewarded by her loving husband.
Bedru ends
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. . | . "Hate is not a family value."
