I knew Chuck had returned from his meeting with Mom. I heard him walk by my suite on the way to his. I gave him some time alone...knowing how close he and Jeri had been. After some time had passed I wondered; Should I go and offer him comfort? Should I leave him be? I was torn. In the end, I walked down the hall to his suite and saw him laying on the couch in the living room. The moment he opened his arms to me I knew he welcomed my warmth. We hugged each other, murmuring comforting words and without realizing it, had soon made our way across the suite and into Chuck's large bed.

Our lovemaking was rough and wild, as if we were reassuring each other that we still lived and breathed.

Later we joined everyone for Jeri's memorial. The scholarship announcement was met with smiling enthusiasm and comments on how Jeri would love having that in her honor.

After the memorial, Chuck announced a free day and led me to the basement playroom. Before long, I was stripped and bound to the vertical rack. I moaned with pleasure as he applied clamps to my nipple and labia. I was breathless when I saw the sueded flogger in his hand. He slowly and methodically warmed my skin from my shoulders to my knees. Occasionally, another person took the flogger and had a turn reddening my skin. One person concentrated on my pussy...and I threw my head back and cried out as I orgasmed, my muscles twitching involuntarily.