The lower plateau had been set up just as it had when Tom and Yolanda were married, with almost everyone on the Estancia participating in one way or a...other.It was a happy, song filled occasion, made even more joyous by Anna and Yolanda’s announcement that they were both pregnant. Luckily, the rain that threatened all day moved east of us and about half the village ended up camped out overnight on the lower plateau. Anna and I were both surprised to find over two hundred men and women on the. Inhis erotic haze, he struggled for a few minutes trying to send out thedistress call to Ian, after which he finally allowed himself to beabsorbed in the not-quite satisfying pleasure of the vibrator he found inhis mother's bedroom.Ian walked hurriedly in the rain, a scowl on his face - his was gettingridiculous. Seducing him - nigh-on raping at times - then treating himlike shit for giving in, ignoring him for weeks at a time, onlycontacting him for emergency booty calls that he would. “We’re on our honeymoon, and you want to watch football?”Tommy spun around, pushed Betts onto the large bed, and jumped on her. “I’m planning on having my way with my beautiful new bride while I listen to the game.”“That’s better,” she said with a grin. “As long as I’m your primary concern.”“Trust me,” he said as he pushed up her sweater and nuzzled one of her breasts. “We’re going to have room service deliver our dinner. You aren’t leaving this bed until we check out in the morning.”“Be still. I’m your mother. I worry about you. You do realize that, right?”“Yes, I do,” I told her. “But, I feel fine. Can we talk about something else? Please?”And, so, the conversation, mostly one-sided, careened off in a new direction: we talked about getting me a car. We’re not talking a Mercedes Benz, BMW, or Jaguar. Not that I couldn’t afford it, considering my wish to cover purchases and all. No, what we discussed was a nice solid, reliable vehicle that would last a long time and had a good track.