Phoenix sensual questionnaire

Big spoon or little spoon? Little spoon (She needs to be held)

Have you ever been on a blind date? Nope. I don't understand the concept.

What's the best kiss you've ever had? It has to be the first one Marc gave me. This moment was spontaneous, and hot, and everything I wished it would be, and even some more. I will never forget it. 

What's the best date you've ever been on? I haven't been on a date with Marc just yet, so this one is a bit old. It happened long before I stopped at Detroit. While working the field and trapping my target, he spontaneously took me on a trip to his childhood home. It was in a little town, or a village, in Italy. It was such a simple life, and for the first time, I saw the real him. He was kind and tender to the people there and to me. 

Favourite way to be affectionate with someone?  I will cuddle the one I love. I will run my hand through his hair and will always massage his scalp. MMhhh, I would also kiss his neck and shoulder and bury my head there. 

Favourite place to be touched? Well... As cliché as it is. I love when he palms my ass. I love it so much when he holds it, kneads it, and squeezes it. 

What's your favourite memory of you together? That has to be our very first conversation. It was cute and so clumsy. Can you believe it? a meet-cute in an elevator? 

Top, bottom, or both? Both. 

Do you like it rough or sensual? Both, although I am more inclined to be sensual. I love to make love, and with Marc, it is something even deeper. It feels so intense and beautiful, and I feel this incredible connection with him. I can be vulnerable with him and safe and comfortable too.

How do you feel about sex toys? I am indifferent to them. I use my fingers instead. 

What's the hottest thing someone can say to you in bed? That I am a good girl! That I'm tight and wet for them. That I am such a good girl for taking such a big cock. That I look good doing whatever I'm doing to them. That they are losing their minds because of me, because I feel good. This is so hot... oh, and that they love me. 

Do you prefer to give or receive? I love to give. I love to watch the reactions of my lover to whatever I'm doing to them.  I also love to be on the receiving end. With Marc, he always makes sure that I get off. It's wonderful! I love when he touches me, when he uses his tongue or fingers to lick, suckle, or pull on my nipples or any other part of my body. I love it when he thrusts into me. I love being on the receiving end of his care, and I love giving him so much pleasure. It's difficult to choose what I love most.  

What's something you secretly fantasise about? For now, I think I just want our neighbours to hear us when we have sex. I want them to know he fucks me and he fucks me good.  I am not a screamer, but it could be hot to become one. 

What's your favourite type of kiss? I love making out, sloooowly. I love it when we take our time. I love it when he holds my neck and scalp. 

Juicy questions to ask about your relationship: 

What initially attracted you to him/her?  His gentle smile. He was so kind to our neighbours. He was so kind to the kids that I could not help but be attracted to him. Then, upon talking to him, his simple desires, his charming personality, and the fact that I feel safe with him when we talk or when he is around truly make me feel good. I love his sense of humour and how caring he is. That made me want to know him more and better. 

Would you change anything about the way you met? No. It was like in the movies. spontaneous and charming. 

Have you ever been in love? Yes. A fellow assassin I grew up with. *Is falling in love with Marc*

Why did things end with your last ex? He faked his own death and sold me out to the Guild on his way out. 

What's one of your dating deal-breakers? Physical violence is a no-no. Psychological abuse as well. To be treated like a possession or a monster... Fortunately for me, Marc does nothing of that sort. 

Is there anything about the future that scares you? I'm afraid Marc would find out the truth about my past. He will have no choice but to arrest me, and the worst thing for me would be to be hated by him for my sins. 

The most forbidden person you've ever had a crush on?  Marc Flynn. He is a cop. he arrests bad guys, and I was one of them before. 

What's the wildest thing you've ever done for love? I accepted a risky plan to see my lover and me,  free from the Guild. We wanted to fake our deaths and run away from that place. I trusted him to see through with the plan and to leave with me, but he did not. He simply did not. He betrayed me, and I was forced to stay with the Guild - and was punished for trying to cross them-

Do you want to have a family someday? Yes---- but this is a dream I can't make true.... my child won't be happy with a mother like me.....But, God, do I wish to be. 

What's something you've always wanted to ask him/her but haven't? "Would you kill me if I told you I was a bad person and I deserve to die?" I just can't ask him that. 

Questions about sex:  

Where (or from whom) did you learn about sex growing up? I was trained for this by the Guild... 

How often do you like to be intimate? All day, every day! 

How important is sex to you in a relationship? It is a way to show our love for each other. It is also something I crave a lot because it feels good. It matters a lot to me, but it is not a deal-breaker if I don't have sex that much. I can deal with my own needs and would rather spend time with him than not, if he's not in the mood for it. 

How do you like to be touched? Well, I love it when he wants to make me feel good. I love it when he is determined and touches me firmly. I love it when he pulls me back to him and makes sure I can't escape his pleasurable touch. 

What's your favourite part about sex? His reactions to me. I thrive best when I can see how good he feels because of me. It is so intimate and sweet. 

The most challenging part about sex? I think itis about letting go completely. As an assassin, I always had to be in control. I always had to direct my lovers just so I could keep control of the situation. I am not used to letting others take control.

What makes you feel closer to someone during sex? When we talk, we laugh and chuckle, and we moan. We're vulnerable because we see what the other person likes and what can make them lose control. I feel closest to someone during these moments. I feel closer when we whisper in each other's ears, when we can confide in each other and express ourselves with no restraint. 

Do you prefer morning or evening sex? I'm more of a night person, but I fuck any time of the day. 

Lights on or off? On. I want to see his beautiful face. I want to see how messed up he is. 

What do you fantasise about when you masturbate?  Marc.... and his stunning abs and his really cute smile. His puppy face is perhaps the strongest turn-on I have ever seen. So I think about it, about him, kissing me. Touching me. Talking to me and moaning in my ear.

What's something you want to try with Him/her in bed?  I want to cum over and over again with little to no break, just so all I can have on my mind is just sex and pleasure.  It's so slutty... but I want to try that. 

What gets you off more: oral or penetrative sex? Penetrative,  especially when it's deep. I have discovered the pleasure of being fucked deep with Marc, and I am obsessed with it. It has to be noted that I also cum buckets whenever Marc is giving me head. He's so skilled! 

Have you ever tried BDSM? ..... yes! I had someone pull on my hair, squeeze my cheeks, spank me, and choke me. Later on, I sometimes squeeze my neck, I scratch their back, and I bite. I mostly bite. 

Does the thought of recording a sexy video turn you on? I would prefer not to film anything. 

What's the last thing you came to? Making out with Marc, while his hand is playing with my pussy.

What turns you on the most?  Marc's hugs and neck kisses. When he holds me and starts kissing my neck, I am losing my mind. I love it. I want more. It makes me want to make out with him and keep going.  

The funniest thing that's ever happened during sex? I think it has to be when one of my targets. He was so bad at sex that I was doing my best not to laugh the entire time. He kept talking to me about how good he was and how hard I was going to cum, but it was so damn bad. 

What's the naughtiest thing you've ever done?  Ah... I blindfolded my target, and I flogged him. He asked me to flog his cock to get him hard, so I did. I then teased him, my tongue, my mouth, and then I flogged him, rinse and repeat, until he confessed what I wanted him to confess and came because I flogged him the hardest I could. 

Most inconvenient place you've ever been turned on? The precinct, when I visited Marc. 

On a scale of one to Mount Everest, how high is your sex drive? Mount Everest! And can go higher! 

What's the hottest nickname He/she can call you in bed? Love. Darling. Babe. I think I like all the words of endearment. 

COPG: Life of Elpis; she was happy

Since Elpis was free to move as she pleased, she was able to explore the world. No longer bored by the confinement in her quarters, the goddess was enjoying herself. She had missed this world during the 2000 years spent locked in human vessels.  She had missed this vibrant world, filled with excitement, hope, and beauty.  She had missed the Light, the creativity, and the joy humans were capable of. Oh, she had missed this! She had missed blending in among humans -Easier done in modern times- She had missed being worshipped. Humans, even when they were not consciously praising her, held some hope in their hearts. Regardless of who they were and what they wanted or needed, they always wanted something. So she basked in that glorious feeling. She could feel that worship turn into an energy she fed on. In moments like these, the goddess almost forgot about her siblings. For a brief moment, they did not exist. They could not locate her in the mortal realm. They could not scheme and disturb her peace, and more importantly, they could not interrupt her precious relationship with Pride. Perhaps that was what she was enjoying the most. After being separated from him for so long, the goddess relished in the euphoria she felt. She was happy.  So happy!

GOT; Private chatter.

After her long trip to Highgarden and its surroundings, the princess finally returned to the Red Keep. As soon as she set foot in the palace, a maestre took her to a royal chamber near the throne room so she could get an official portrait done. That was a first for Baahal, who had never had to pose before. It took some time for the princess to select a pose and even longer for her to get used to the tiresome process. Sitting still was not something she was used to doing. As a dancer, she was accustomed to being in constant motion. She was always expected to move, to perform, to speak, so to sit still for a portrait was difficult for the silver-haired princess.  She shifted on her seat and took a deep sigh. Her hand was slowly becoming numb, so the princess pinched the bridge of her nose and rolled her head. The painter accepted for them to have a break, and the princess finally left her chair to stretch her legs. 

"I can't believe the princess has not ditched Jamie Lannister."

A maid said. Baahal blinked and slowly closed the distance between her and the two maids who were having a little chat while cleaning up a room.  The princess felt her heart beat fast and hard against her ribcage. Should she intervene? Should she say something?? She wanted to. She took a step forward and then decided against it and leaned against the wall. They were talking about her, and specifically about Jaime Lannister. 

"I thought she would have opened her eyes already. He is not suited for her. The whole Lannister family should have hanged at the end of the war."

For a brief moment, Baahal felt insulted. Did they really think that the princess was stupid? Did they really think that she did not know how to defend herself? Did they really think that she was easily manipulated? The lack of faith in her ability to protect herself bothered the princess. She wanted to step in and say something. She wanted to protect the knight and would have if she had not known better. Westeros and King's Landing had their own customs and rules. She could not storm in and act in a way that would cause trouble to the queen. It made her swallow a lump and hold onto the skirt of her dress. 

"Our queen is too generous. I understand why Ser Tyrion was spared. After all, his family wanted nothing to do with him. However, Lady Kyra and Ser Jaime should have died. They will bring nothing but pain to this world." -The young maid almost spat on the floor. Her disdain...No! Her hatred for the Lannisters was proudly on display for her fellow maid to witness. He lifted the right corner of her upper lip and worked her broom faster-

"Oh Seven Hells! I hope you are wrong. I thought that with the death of the Usurper, maybe the Lannisters would stop trying to get on top of others. I thought they would crawl back to the hole they came from." - The other maid matched her energy and shrugged at her own suggestion. She was disappointed in the queen for extending the olive branch to one of the most wretched families of Westeros, but there were rules and rules were made to be followed. The queen had her reasons,s and who were they to criticize her? -

"I don't have anything against Lady Kyra. I heard she was the best of them all, but we never know with bad seeds like the Lannisters... She could become just like Cersei." 

"Oh, by the gods old and new.... I hope the queen won't come to regret her decision. I would be worried sick about my sister if I were her. Jaime will never be able to love anyone else but Cersei. She is sorely mistaken if she believes that Jaime loves her."

Baahal's patience was wearing thin. She wanted to say something, to defend her best friend, Lady Kyra. She could understand the people being hostile towards Jaime Lannister, but why would they be angry at Kyra? If anything, the poor girl was a victim of her family, and it was well-known that the Lannisters were the least favorite of the siblings. It was already a lot to deal with. She already had a lot to deal with, between the lords who refused to be commanded by a woman, but she also had to deal with the fallout of Jaime's actions.  It was unfair, but she had to rein in her feelings. She had to be careful and control her anger. Easier said than done. 

"Yes! I agree with you. I think he simply did not want to die, and he used her. She is so naive, our princess, so kind and just... It hurts me to see her lose her mind over a liar like Ser Jaime."

That was it! She had to say something! Baahal took a deep breath and ended up walking into the room where the two maids were chatting up. She did her best to appease her features and to appear calm and collected. After all, she needed something to drink after so long posing for her portrait. The maids gasped and bowed in front of their princess, worried that she might have heard their little chatter. 

"Excuse me, we are on a break, and I would need to have something to drink. Since it is going to be a long day today, I would like to have some water to drink." 

"Yes, of course. Right away, princess." -They rushed out of the room and  left the princess on her own-

Baahal finally took a deep breath and ran her fingers over her chest. She tried to get herself together and covered her face with her hand. She knew she had to know that Jaime was not loved by the seven kingdoms. He was hated, his reputation destroyed, and the little bit of honor he had left would require some hard work, perhaps the hardest work he would ever have to do. The silver-head knew that she could not expect people to welcome Jaime the way she did. She could not expect them to understand why he did what he did or that Love influenced his very decisions.  They would never understand, not when the wound was still fresh. Not when they could still remember how life was when the Targaryens were ruling the world. She wiped her tears with the back of her hand and walked back to the painting room.  It would be a long fight, a tremendous effort of her part to help the people of Westeros, her people, understand why she chose the man. She wanted them to understand how rich and full of love this man was, but she knew that there was a chance this world would never be ready for them. She made her peace with it, but that did not make it easier for her. It did not make it easy at all. 

-TBC-

DOYA: they were safe

Oya twirled a little on her heels. She wanted to show Dean the outfit she selected for the day. Chuck granted them a couple of weeks without any major incident or hunt. He granted them relief, if she could dare say that word. Relief from their job as hunters... Relief from saving the world and fighting monsters... Relief from fear... The fear of losing Dean or any member of Team Free Will. How long had it been since she had a nightmare? Oya stopped twirling and furrowed her brows. How long? She could not tell. Since the wedding? Since they went on a honeymoon trip? It suddenly dawned on her that if she did not have nightmares after such a long time, that meant she had gotten too comfortable. If they had not been in danger, that was not a good sign. Something sinister might have been brewing, unknown to them, and maybe Chuck would punish them with the vicious temper he was known for. Her smile dropped, and Oya looked at the floor, then her hands, as if it would comfort her. She then looked for Dean, who was in the shower. This, she did quietly, as Oya did not want to scare Dean or ruin the mood of their little honeymoon. Instead, the hunter simply leaned against the door and allowed -forced- her gaze to focus on her husband in that shower. He was alive and well. They were happy, and no matter how short-lived this moment was, Dean was alive and well.

She grabbed a curly lock of hair and fidgeted with it while her teeth mind-absently gritted against one another. There was a time Oya wished for the nightmares to stop. She wished for her nights to either be sleepless or filled with dreams because Nightmares exhausted her. Nightmares kept her scared and worried. Nightmares forced her to see the worst in life, and she did not want to have them. What Oya learned over the years was that she preferred it when there were nightmares because she had fallen into a habit. They became familiar. They became easier to live with. A nightmare was a reminder that anything could happen and that she should not become too comfortable because if she was caught by surprise, then she would not be able to move forward. If she ever lost Dean out of the blue, without any preparation, Oya was certain she would simply join him in death. The world be damned.  She closed her eyes for a brief moment, in an attempt to soothe her heart, and wondered if Dean was feeling the same. He was. Maybe even worse than Oya because he came to the same realization far sooner than she did. 

He enjoyed their little peace and quiet during the day, but at night, when everything was calm, his fears resurfaced and tormented him again. He wanted to protect her laughs, her smiles, her quiet, dreamless nights. He wanted to protect Oya with everything he had because he could not bear to lose her. She knew him deeply, and while he tried to pretend he was fine, she could see right through him. Maybe that was why he only let himself be worried when she was deep in her sleep. So she wouldn't be worried like he was. So he would not ruin their honeymoon. If only she knew what was going through his mind, if only she--- Dean blinked and felt the soft arms of his wife wrap around his frame. She then pulled him into a hug and kissed his back. They did not speak, but this simple hug managed to soothe both of them. This simple hug-- managed to make them feel good. They were alive and well. They were safe. 

KLASMA: She was crying

Returning to Mystic Falls was harder than she expected. She did not want to return to that cursed town and did not want to face Elijah, yet somehow, deep down, she was eager to see him again.  Did the witch hate Elijah? No, deep down, there was no hate in her heart. What existed, however, was anger and disappointment for the way he treated her. What existed, however, was the pain she felt for being seen as nothing more than a tool by the Original. What existed was the affection she developed for him over the years. An affection he nurtured by his presence in her life, little pockets of fresh air she could breathe while living a very difficult and isolating life among humans. Elijah had been a friend, whether he wanted to admit it or not, whether she wanted to recognize it or not. He had been a friend, and they had shared moments, albeit very fleeting and very surface-level, but still... moments that etched themselves in their memories. 

The witch did not hate Elijah, but she wanted to teach him a lesson. She wanted him to see what treating her the way he did truly entailed for him. Today, he had lost her to Klaus. The hybrid gained her trust; he gained her feelings ( although that was a part he was not aware of, nor was she), and He gained her powers. She no longer felt indebted to Elijah, as Klaus cleverly noted she had already repaid him plenty. She ensured the safety of his family and saved them from countless curses and ploys from her sisters.  Today, she devoted herself to Klaus and, by extension, to the family, as Klaus was family-oriented. She was no longer doing anyone's bidding but was choosing to help. That was a major difference with Elijah. Klaus never forced her to do anything. She chose it herself. She joined him of her own volition and was determined to protect him... For Love.  That was something she wanted to show Elijah. 

Still, she could not help but feel her stomach twist inside. Fear was strangling her, something she was not used to. What could she possibly be afraid of? Did she worry about Elijah convincing Klaus to ditch her? Perhaps the one she once thought a friend would not take a liking to her. Perhaps he would even advise his brother to leave her behind because she would only bring them trouble? The reality of her curse hit her once more, and she squeezed the hem of her shirt to try and soothe herself. Would Klaus listen to Elijah if that were the case? Would he leave her behind?? She chewed on her bottom lip and noticed the wetness on her hands.  Crying... She was crying. Her hand gently wiped the tears off her face, and she bit her forefinger. Crying... She was crying... And she could not seem to be able to stop. 

HUG: The whole world against us

Sara tucked her hair behind her ears. She could not help herself but felt the hard and fast thumping of her heart beat against her ribcage.  Stress... No, fear! She was scared. She knew that dating Homelander was not going to be a walk in the park. It wasn't because of him -That part she had it under control. She was now certain they loved each other so much that he would never dare hurt her. She was scared of the Boys. She knew how unhinged they were and how bloodthirsty, too. There had been news about the assassination of many prominent supes in the political and entertainment world. There had been news of former heroes meeting their deaths, nd rumours flooded the internet about a conspiracy or a supe serial killer roaming freely in the world. There was a lot of information, and Sara did not know what to trust anymore. She had cancelled her next tour, fearing that maybe she would become an easy target. An easy target? To whom? Very few people were aware of her relationship with Homelander. For the whole world, she was just a singer, and a harmless one at that. Her powers had only been used in her shows and never to harm anyone. Who would perceive her as a threat? Maybe not a threat, but leverage...

Leverage against  Homelander. She was to be used as bait, a way for his enemies to force him to do their bidding. It made sense, come to think of it, that they would turn to what was perceived as a weakness to try and force the most powerful man in the sky to bend the knee. Sara loathed that idea. She loathed the idea that anyone would be using her to blackmail Homelander or even defeat him. She loathed the idea that they would use his feelings for her to try and turn him into a begging mess. Should it happen... Should she be kidnapped.... She wished that Homelander would not give in to them. Perhaps, she would not want him to burn the world down -Hello! She wanted to survive-, but she would never be comfortable with the idea of him losing his life or freedom because of her.  So should she be kidnapped... She hoped that Homelander would do his best to save her, and if push comes to shove, she was ready to die--- Pause! That part was not true! Sara did not want to die. She survived all these years with her wit and cunning spirit. She managed to rise on top; it was NOT to be reduced to pulp by some psychopath. She refused to die and would do her best to avoid it. Yet, she chose Homelander... Both the safest choice on Earth if she wanted to survive, but also the worst, since he had a giant target on his back. 

He protected her, showed it several times already, but Sara was still worried that his enemies would find a way to defeat him. She was worried that they would find her and would make her suffer a thousand deaths to get back at him. Revenge... They all wanted to kill her man; Sara was aware of it. They all wanted to destroy him, and if that meant breaking his mind before his body, they would do just that. Ryan was the most precious thing to Homelander, but Ryan was a supe as powerful as he was. No sane man would try to kidnap that kid. No sane man would even come closer to that kid. Especially not now that Ryan had trained and honed his skills better than before.  If not Ryan, then only Sara was left to use and exploit against the blonde supe. Only Sara knew the tender parts of him, the soft and loving parts of that mad man. Only Sara could appease him when no one else could. Only Sara could drive him forward, and if they knew it, she would be able to destroy him. The singer simply could not fall into the hands of his enemies, but how could she recognise them? How could she when the whole world was against them?  The whole world? the whole world!

COLBY: A night with mom

Charlie knocked on her bedroom door with a child's enthusiasm that betrayed his excitement. He had not seen her in a day, and the desire to see her overwhelmed him. He waited for permission to enter the bedroom, and once he got it, the little boy stormed into the room. He laughed and climbed onto the bed to join Mary. The woman put the newspaper she was reading back on the nightstand near the bed and opened her arms to welcome Charlie in a sweet hug. She let her fingers run through his disheveled blonde hair. She leaned against the bed headrest and gently started to rock her body back and forth to soothe the young boy. She knew he had been missing his parents; the poor darling had not seen either of them for a week. Mary had been so busy that she only came home to sleep, and Charlie was already deeply asleep.  Tommy was... Tommy was out of town for business reasons. Mary wasn't stupid; she was well-aware of what that business entailed. She knew that to protect his family, Tom made the choice to keep them out of the loop. Charlie did not know his father was a gangster, and Mary, technically, did not know as well. 

"Mom... I am so happy you came home early. I've missed you."

"I am sorry, baby. I have been very busy, but you were always on my mind, Charlie."

"I know, Mom. Don't worry.  I just wanted to be in your arms and maybe sleep next to you tonight? Would Papa join us?"

"Papa is... busy. He won't be home tonight, so you can sleep with me."

His little squeal made her chuckle, and  Mary gently stroked his head and pressed another kiss to his forehead. She never corrected Charlie when he started to call her mom. He explained that soon after he first uttered the word that he loved his mother in the sky. She would always be his mother, the one who gave birth to him, and the one he loved and would always love. Mary was his mom. The mother he had on Earth. The mother he loved and would always love too. There was no competition in the eyes of this child, only two mothers he loved and cared for. For Mary, the childless mother, his love was a gift, far more important than anything else Life could have given her. She loved him like her own and thanked the Lord for his gift. As Charlie lay under the sheets, she followed him and lay on her side. Her hand gently stroked his bouncy cheek, and she smiled at him. 

"Mom... What do you love about Dad?"

"Why do you want to know?" She asked in a soft voice, with a brow lifted. 

"Because I want to see how you see Dad. I want to know more about him."

It made her smile. Charlie rarely asked questions, even less when it came to his father. From time to time, Mary wondered if he was afraid of his dad. She tried to put herself in his shoes, and although her past was not exactly the same as Charlie's, she thought she could relate to some of his feelings. Tom was not exactly a very open person. He was mysterious, distant, silent... And for a child, this was scary. He wanted to know more about his father, perhaps in a bid to be less afraid of him. So Mary indulged the young boy.

"Fair enough, Charlie. Your dad is a man of few words, but his heart is very big and kind. He loves his family. He works tirelessly to protect us and to ensure we lack nothing. He works very hard to ensure that we won't be in harm's way. Have you noticed the Peaky boys guarding us?" -He nodded- "That is because of your dad. A lot of people want to hurt us, but your dad won't let it happen. He might look cold and distant, but it is because he needs his solitude to think clearly. That doesn't mean he doesn't love us. Quite the contrary, darling. Your dad...Ah...  He is very clever, and I think that was what attracted me to him in the first place. He is so clearly above the rest of the world. Your dad cares so much about you, Charlie. Everything he does, he does it for you."

"Have you tried to have a baby with him?" -His little voice could not hide his worries. Mary noted that he was excited, but she also knew that there was fear hidden in his words.- 

"Listen, my darling, if we ever have a baby, that will never take away the love we have for you. It will only make our family bigger. You will have a sibling, and we will love you both very, very, very much. You will always be my son, Charlie. And you will always be your father's. "

"Thank you, mom."

It seemed to have calmed the child. He heard what he needed to hear. His parents would not forget him just because there would be another child. His father won't turn his back on him because he loved him way too much for that, and despite looking cold and being distant, Tommy was devoted to his family. She was happy to put her child's fear to ease and thought about mentioning it to Tom. She definitely could always say whatever she wanted; Tom had to do his part as Charlie's father. It was his job to reassure his son and to be present in his life. Mary knew that it was not exactly how things worked in their society. Fathers were rarely present in their children's lives. Fathers ended up being estranged from their families, and drama always ensued. 

Mary did not want that for her family. She knew Tommy and his siblings did not have their father's love and presence in their lives. If anything, he was very abusive. Polly Gray raised them, instead, and while Mary was grateful for the woman's presence in their lives, she still did not want Tom to be absent like his father was. She did not want them to repeat the same cycles they suffered. Tom would be a dad, not just a father. She would be a mom, not just a mother. Their children would be happy, far happier than children their age in today's society.  It was easier said than done. Despite her best efforts, Tom was nowhere to be found. He was nowhere to be seen. He did not even place a phone call. She knew he was busy. It's been weeks... months by now, since he left. But she was used to it. He would come back, wouldn't he? If anything happened to him, Arthur would have told her... Or Ada.. Or even Michael ( to gloat).. If anything happened to him..... If anything.... Mary simply pulled Charlie into a hug and wished upon the stars for the safe return of the love of her life.