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you. I am not the man I used to be…’
    ‘I cannot believe that,’ I replied, but he did not move to stop me. Gently and with much caution I peeled the bedclothes down.
    What I saw then neither horrified nor distressed me. He was healing, it was certainly true. His manhood rested against his thigh, slightly turgid. Though I cannot say its colour was its usual ruddy pink, yellow bruising marring it slightly, it certainly looked well to me. I ran my hands gently over it, and it lurched towards me. I laughed softly. ‘Eager as ever,’ I murmured, then lowered my head and kissed it as my hands sought his stones, eager to check each one.
    ‘Janie,’ he groaned, ‘don’t.’
    I looked up at him and shook my head. ‘I must,’ I whispered before returning my attention to that part of him most cruelly hurt. It was true I noticed then that something was awry with his other parts. The skin containing his stones was no longer bruised, but where one side was full and heavy beneath my hand, the other was smaller and harder. I looked up at him, disallowing my fear to show. ‘Will it return to its former fullness?’ I asked softly, my hand gently stroking the soft silken skin.
    Jacob lifted my head up, and shook his own sadly. ‘The physician thinks not.’
    I hesitated for a moment, unsure what my response should be. ‘Well, I care naught for shrunken stones,’ I retorted, ‘you are as much a man to me as you have ever been.’
    Jacob snorted, ‘Janie, you’re a wicked girl to lie so.’
    ‘Mayhap I am wicked, but not for the reason you state,’ I murmured, and lowered my head again. To prove him mistaken, I took his manhood into my mouth. I suckled it for a moment, willing it to swell and abolish our fears. It was soft and large in my mouth and tasted of Jacob, sweet and salty all at once. He groaned, running his hands through my hair.
    ‘Wicked woman,’ he hissed as I carefully intensified my actions.
    As the moments passed, I felt him swell in my mouth and at length I pulled away, unable to contain my smile.
    ‘Shall we see if the healing is more than just superficial? I would have you make love to me. I shall delight in notifying the physician his prognosis is incorrect.’
    He smiled, but there was uncertainty there. ‘I — ’
    ‘I shall not hurt you.’ I mimicked the words he’d long since spoken on our wedding night.
    He laughed. ‘I trust you,’ he mimicked my answer.
    Without waiting further, I gathered my skirts about my waist. I wore no drawers as I disliked the new contraptions — so nothing could impede our intercourse.
    With a swift but careful motion, I moved atop my husband as he reclined. I know that many may think such a position for coitus wicked, but Jacob and I had long since discarded any such concerns. We had long taken great pleasure in experimentation of this nature, and I knew with certainty I would be less likely to injure my healing husband in this fashion.
    Carefully using my hand as a guide, I positioned my husband’s thickened member at the gates of my secret part. I was moist and swollen there in anticipation. The heat of his burgeoning staff made my body tighten. I braced myself against his chest and lowered myself down. For a moment his staff nudged blindly at my opening, so using my other hand, I parted the lips of my womanhood to ease his access. I heard a whimper, and looked down startled at my husband, before realising the sound had come from myself. I gently lowered myself down and the thick head of his manhood forced my sex open and it took yet another moment to slowly ease myself down the entire hot length of him. I wanted to weep with happiness. For one miserably long month I’d feared I may never have this joy again.
    As I sank completely down upon his staff, impaled to its root, Jacob groaned and for a brief moment I was fearful I had injured him. I looked down, but his expression was one of utmost pleasure. I offered my husband an insouciant smile and hesitated,