As I was backing out of the last kiss I felt a very hot, big tear splashing against my lips, I, immediately turn to look at my beloved Camilla, her face a bit red from the effort crying is, a stream of tears rushing down her cheeks in very many streaks all across her cheeks, they fell so fast that before I could wipe or kiss them they had already left evidence on her breast and on her thighs. I, knowing what my princess needs, hug her tight, leaning my cheek against hers, feeling her tears transferring to my cheek, as I softly say: "Thank you for letting me inside your heart, I will take care of all your emotions, feel free to let it all out, I will hold you for as long as you need" I squeeze her stronger against my chest briefly then relax a bit, never letting her go, "if you just need me to hold you silently, that's fine, if you need to sob, I'm here for you, whatever you need to let go all negative emotions, I'll be more than happy to go through it all with you." I remove one arm from her back, never letting go completely and I tenderly wipe the tears from her outer cheek and her thigh. I keep holding Camilla until...

I guess I encouraged Camilla to sob, she had one cheek against mine the other against my chest, I felt my pecs start to get wet, Camilla could be a very profuse crier at times. I guess she felt loved and safer when I wiped tears from her cheek and her thigh as she began softly sobbing, we stayed that way until she opened her eyes, saw a pond in my shirt and lifted her face, quite flushed. I couldn't help but smile, I am amused how she can get embarrassed for staining my shirt when I don't even mind.

As soon as she lifted her face I covered it with kisses, trying to give her love and comfort, I kissed several tears as they started to fall down her cheeks as well as several tear streaks, mostly from the middle of her cheeks, following them from below her eyes to her chin, wiping the rest with the back of my fingers, my finger pads or even with my thumbs. I place my hands on her thighs, then look at Camilla...

This is supposed to be a comedy I said to myself tears running down my cheeks. I was watching an episode of Heartland and that's what Netflix had billed it as but I was crying too many tears of sorrow for it to be billed as one

I heard a key in the lock and Gemma arrived home. She looked upset

'Jarrod really laid into me today' she said her eyes filling with tears. She told me the conversation as a stray tear slid down her cheek.

I'll admit I was worried. Worried that Gemma had fallen for me, worried that she might lose her job and then where would we be. To add to my problems, the police were close to charging me with theft and destruction of property relating to Mum's bible and Mr Kennedy my solicitor had warned me that although Jarrod wasn't pressing charges for the windows I broke, the CPS could still charge me anyway due to several children on Jarrods Street getting upset about the noise of breaking glass

'Gem, I'm really grateful that you're helping me but I don't want you to lose your job over me.' I told her.

"'Don't worry, everything will be fine' she said.

''I don't see how.' I replied. 'I'm about to be charged with five offences, I don't have any money for bail and I'm almost certainly going to prison. Plus I you lose your job, you'll be in trouble too.'

Another tear streamed down Gemma's face

'Everything will be fine' she repeated

'Gem, if you care about me as much as I think you do, you'll tell me your secret.'

Gemma wiped her tears and explained that she was actually a lottery winner.

'I don't want to reveal how much.' She said. 'But it's enough for me to live on without a job and to pay for anything you need'

William's POV:

I have been having constant issues with Anna (my wife) that results in fights. I go out for a walk, I don't want to explode in front of Anna, we could hurt ourselves with harsh words that we might not even mean.

As I was walking in downtown I saw a quite attractive young lady, her light brown hair tied in a ponytail, a short sleeve checkered blue shirt, a black mid-thigh skirt matched by black ankle boots. Her face was on the cute side, not outstanding beautiful but quite cute, her body was naturally well shaped, seems she doesn't work out much, her arms look soft, her thighs look well shaped, yet not toned.

I decide to get in the coffee shop she was in, I sat in a table where I could look at her. She noticed I was looking at her and started walking my way, I found her jiggly thighs quite attractive.

William's POV:

I start a superficial talk with the girl who identified herself as Caroline, trying to forget the problems I had at home. The girl seemed kind of flirty, I was at disadvantage as I was in mental distress, so if she wanted to lay me down, now was a weak moment for me to be with someone besides my wife.

There was a tense moment where I extended my hand to grab a cookie and Caroline took my hand in hers. I tried not to fall for her at this frail moment...