The condition won't affect anything you two do before she leaves."I stood there dumbfounded. I ran over, hugged my wife, mumbling out, "Thank you." I then ran downstairs to find Sarina sitting in the living room, waiting for me.When I arrived, she asked, "How would you like me?" Hard and often," I replied. She smiled and giggled a little.She walked over to me and greeted me with a slow, sensuous kiss, pushing her tongue deep in my mouth. I was torn between taking her right then and there which would mean I would be done in a few minutes, or taking it slowly and making love to her for over an hour. It probably would depend on the which way the blood flowed.As I kissed her, her arms went around my neck, and I ran my hands over her back and ass. I was feeling as many of her curves as I could while she still had her clothes on. In the back of my mind, it still felt like a cruel practical joke. But kissing her soon made me forget any dark motives.We continued to kiss, exploring each. Peter looked at me from behind her.“What did you do to her?” I asked in a whisper.Then all the memories flooded back. I inhaled sharply and winced at the pain. “Where’s Rufus? Is he okay?”Amelia nodded. She finally spoke. “He’s at the vet recovering.”“What’s wrong with you?” I whispered, still shocked at her appearance.Amelia glared at me, eyes darkening. “You’re what’s wrong with me! You almost died!” Then tears welled in her beautiful eyes. “You almost left me behind, Mike.”“Never,” I whispered, squeezing her slender hand. Fatigue washed in. I tried to fight it and failed, eyes closing, Amelia’s hand providing comfort.Darkness greeted me when I stirred again. Around me, busy sounds of a hospital - people talking, hurried footsteps, and muted conversations - filtered in through the closed door. Amelia was curled up in a chair at my bedside, asleep. She looked terrible and it hurt me. Breathing was slightly less painful, but I had no energy. I lay quietly watching her sleep. She was.
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