" "Jimbo, how are things at your end?" "We've looked in and all around Bunkhouse Two. She must have been here yesterday, because we found a supply car... with a bunch of open boxes. But she's long gone. We're going to move south."Greta smiled. At last, she had caught a real break. They were combing the Ranch, sector by sector, and the area around Bunkhouse Two was clear, as far as they were concerned. If she could just get back there, she could break into the bunkhouse, sleep in a real bed, and. ."And I looked at him, thought again how handsome he was, how sweet and lovely... and how I desperately didn't want to put him off me. But the need I had was as powerful as it had been in every relationship I'd ever had, it was my thing, my kink and when I didn't get it I'd be looking at the man I was with and dreaming of it. Thinking of things that only I thought.."I have fetishes."I told him, "Its about role play. Pretending things. You doing things to make me feel excited. It's just verbal. Dear William,We just wanted to say good luck, and we love you. We left you photo albums in the drawer next to the bed, with hundreds of pictures of us. We wanted you to have something to remember us by. We will always remember you as we raise our children. Yes, William, you are going to be a daddy. Both Nancy and I are pregnant. If they are boys, we plan on naming them after you. If girls, we thought of naming them Wilma or Winnie.We love you very much.Sandi and NancyI started crying as I read. I sat down next to her. We both giggled a bit. The guys was still there at it but the steam was so thick you couldn't even make out where he was now. "You don't need this in here" Dianne said putting her hand on my hips above my hotpants. "Take it off" Dianne went on. Seeing all this sexual activity and teasing was playing on my mind. Deep inside I wished I could just let go and be naughty and be like Dianne – living for the moment and not caring and thinking about things all the time. I hated.