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Hi there, yeah. Five days since I started this thread and wow. You guys are hanging in there, champing at the bit to see what happened. Well… it was epic if I might say so.

COW got released and Jack took her home… no… I mean his home. She was so fragile, so delicate that he worried about her all on her own. So she is currently entrenched there. Not that I care, I don't care a fucking single jot. Not like I am sleeping in that candy floss anyway.

I made all the appropriate noises of delight and horror, telling Jack he was right. If only my dead and gone mamma was still here, I might have her in my breast pocket. So… I then visited with a huge bunch of the most cloyingly decadent pink flowers I could find, gushing over her as I patted her hand and rushed to get a vase, taking great pleasure in calling out "Don't get up Daphne. I know where they are!"

I told her that clearly the episode on the phone was part of the attack, she had not known what she was doing and I am sure that will not happen again…. Poor dear. Cue more hand patting and sighs of commiseration as my beloved looks on.

Jack was so happy, his grin was so wide it's a wonder his head didn't flip back and fall right off. It actually felt nice to see him so happy, his two favorite people pretending to like one another even as she pinched my arm as hard as she could when he wasn't looking.

I could have made a thing of it but instead, I smiled at her and winked.

Then as we sat talking I stated to feel a little light headed, I put on a good show and Jack was there with the orange juice and concern, even as his mother blustered about trying to appear dithery and out of sorts. He only had eyes for me, kissing me ever so sweetly as he checked my blood, down a little… yep. I know lover. He had me suck a barley sugar as he raced for some more juice and she stood glaring at me.

But it gets better dear readers… Jack scolded her for glaring at me. I can't help it. It's a medical condition, she should understand the upset of that, with her own. Oh how her eyes widened as she realized I had her pegged, then she upped the ante by falling over.

Silly old trout.

Jack was crouched by my chair staring at her "Mamma… get up. What ARE you doing."

Oh yeah, she got up and glared at me some more, simpered that she needed her meds and Jack continued to fuss on me. So I said "Go on Cariad, see to your dear mother. You know she needs you too."

"Not more than you" he replied, the concern so raw that I felt more than a little shitty for scaring him. Felt nice though, to look over his shoulder as he hugged me and give her an all knowing smug look.

She left soon after.

So he and I are snuggled on the sofa watching some TV while he makes sure my bloods are Ok and orders my favorite pizza for tea.

Take that COW.

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UPDATE ONE

Cow rang and left me a scathing voice mail telling me that she hopes my dick rots off. I have to say, I was momentarily gob smacked before the giggling started. The thought alone of her even thinking about my dick, makes me feel so... dirty. Wow. She is committed.

I asked Jack if there was any gypsy blood in his family and he, of course being the lovely foolish puppy dog he is, thought I meant something else and told me no Gypsy Wedding dress for me. So cute. No … no witchy blood there anywhere so she can't really curse me.

She would like to though.

And yes… saved to the file.

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UPDATE TWO

She rang him as we were… cuddling… telling him there was an intruder in the house and she as scawwwweredddd. He was dressed and out the door so fast he forgot his coat. Wow. I sat there half undressed and more than a little unfulfilled (if ya get my drift) when his phone pinged again.

Yeah.

He put it on the coffee table as he pulled up his pants and left it behind.

I got to see the message that flashed on the screen

'Put down the fag and come home'

I stared at it for a long time, then I felt the dam bursting and I sat there crying like a bloody girl's blouse. After everything, he knows. He knows how she talks to me, he knows. I scrolled and see that she calls me his 'Welsh Rabbit's Tail' and asked where his 'Tail' is before saying she is coming over.

Not one scold. Not one message back to respect me or my feelings. Oh no. Jack sent back a laughing face. Well… this has NOT gone down well and I am now starting to think some of you are right.

At least we are not wed yet and our assets are still separate.

I might have to walk away.

Sorry, this was more of a rant.