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fear. Fear that he might lose Kath before they had time to explore all the things they’d talked about. Worry that she might be in pain. And sadness he’d never asked her to marry him. Oh, she was collared, and committed, but they’d never seen the need for the white dress, morning suit and piece of paper.
    “Pet?” He hardened his tone on purpose and watched Kath swallow. She slid to her knees and put her hands on his feet. That was strange, as they’d never been ones for something like that. Any protocol in private tended to be of the cock sucking kind.
    “Sir?”
    “Now tell me. Are you ill, as in do you have something terminal?” His mouth was dry and his skin damp. Jeff had never really experienced the cold, metallic tang of fear before then, but as he waited for Kath’s answer he did. It made his jaw clench and his head ache.
    As he watched Kath bite her lip, he wanted to shake her. Make her speak and tell him. Instead he narrowed his eyes and stared.
    “Well in a sense it could be, hey! No, dammit, no. Shit, not like that.” Kath scrambled to her feet and grabbed hold of him when he swayed. “Bollocks don’t you dare faint, ’cause you’re too bloody heavy for me to hold up. I’m trying to be funny, lighten the situation. Terminal as there’s an end to it.” She pulled him to her and stroked the locked, tight muscles on the back of his neck.
    What the hell is she talking about? “Tell me now if you don’t want your ass paddled in punishment not pleasure.”
    She paled, really lost the little color she had and her hands tightened on his shoulders. “Sorry, Sir.” Her hands slid down his body and her knees sagged as she began to assume the position—or pass out. Jeff stopped her by putting his hands under her arms.
    “No need for that, love.”
    She pouted and giggled. “But I want to. You owe me. I owe you a release at least.” However, Kath straightened, resumed her previous posture and leaned against him. “Maybe in the shower?” She walked her fingers around his waist and took a firm hold of his butt. The position brought his crotch right up against her pussy, and of course his body responded. Jeff ignored his flesh and concentrated on hers. His dick was up and down like an umbrella in April.
    “Just fucking tell me why you’re eating peanuts, throwing up and look like…like…like my mum did when she was expecting my sister.” He fumbled behind him and flopped into the seat Kath had vacated and pulled her onto his lap, the dust, muck and sweat forgotten. His mind was full of scary, half-remembered, wanting to have forgotten pictures of his mum having to spend so long in bed. Of him and Jess at nine years old, tiptoeing around her and sitting on her bed reading her stories. That part made him smile. She’d been so pleased for them to share school stories and their dreams with her. Then the minuscule wailing baby he and Jess gazed on with awe in their eyes. Sadly that hadn’t been for long. One rainy day, they’d rushed in from school, scattering raindrops, pushing each other playfully to get to Alaria for the first cuddle. The cot had been empty. They’d been told Alaria had gone to heaven. Neither of them could understand why. She was their sister, and they wanted her. God had got enough people, surely? Soon, there’d been the awful, terrible, day when he’d stood in front of a tiny coffin and watched their mum in tears. Their dad, stern faced and with unshed tears in his eyes, had held on to them tightly, as if he were afraid one of them would follow their sister. For a long time Jeff was frightened to close his eyes in case it did happen. Once they were older, Jess had admitted she’d been the same.
    He hadn’t thought about those awful months for a long time. It had taken years for them to recover as a family.
    “Were you going to tell me anytime soon?” If eyes could spark, he reckoned his were at that moment.
    He saw stars as her fist connected with his chin, and his