A young woman, recently bereaved, struggles with her unrequited lust for a man she should not have.<br /><br />Part three:&nbsp;<span class="shadow-holder" data-embed-type="deviation" data-embed-id="760075968" data-embed-format="thumb"><span class="shadow mild" ><a href="https://www.deviantart.com/jdlong/art/Sofi-Signs-760075968" data-sigil="thumb" class="thumb ismature lit" onmouseover="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.hover(this, true)" onmouseout="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.out(this)"><i></i><img class="lit" src="https://a.deviantart.net/littags/g/n/o/jdlong.png?3"><span class="wrap" style="width: 150px"><q>
        <strong>Sofi Signs</strong><b>This is the third part of a story and follows;<br /><br />Okay so before you start reading... I've had complaints in the past that I've not put warnings at the start... So, without giving the plot away... The following contains aspects of death and bereavement and dealing with cancer as well as sexual themes including bondage, latex fetish, public humiliation, slavery, rape and sexual relationships with big age differences. So if you don't like the sound of that stop now. Otherwise I hope you like the following.<br /></b><br />Sofi drove carefully into town. It was fair to say she was a bag of nerves, and she really didn&#8217;t want to add &#8216;having an accident&#8217; to her worries right now.<br />Ordinarily going to the solicitors, to hear the reading of your own mothers will, would be enough to contend with. Though what her mum could have to say from beyond the grave, that would compare to recent developments between Sofi and her mum&#8217;s boyfriend, Sofi could not imagine</q></span></a></span><!-- ^TTT --><!-- TTT$ --></span>