Me: Babe we came here to enjoy our honey moon and we need to make sure we do. First thing in the morning we are going shopping for swimsuits.Nisha lau...hed and said. No way! I am not wearing that in front of strangers.But I know deep inside she wants to try it. I told her it’s no big deal and she won’t get pregnant if people looked at her. Eventually, she agreed. The next day, we asked Niva to take us shopping and then we went to the beach all prepared. We took some beer with us and Nisha. Man, it is only 6 am. Who is up so early and ringing my doorbell?I slipped into my jeans and put on a t-shirt. Half stumbling I got to the front door and guess what, there was no one there. I looked down the street but still no sign of life. Sunday mornings are always quiet here. And there was my ice bucket sitting on my little bench next to the front door. Must have been my new neighbor I thought and took the ice bucket into the house.In the kitchen I rinsed the bucket and wiped it dry. Put it. Mama’s garden had taken quite a beating too, but I guess the hail wasn’t as bad at the house as it was where Laurie and I were, because a lot of it survived. Besides, she’d already harvested and canned a lot of it. Plus, we’d have a LOT of spiced peaches and preserves.That very same storm system produced some tornados just east of us that did a lot of damage, so maybe we were lucky.The Brandt family continued to live with us for another three months, through Thanksgiving. By that time, Uncle. She seemed to almost press back against my grip.That got my cock to thinking, and then I was pretty ashamed. I put a hand to the back of the chair, steadying it as my other was picked up by hers, helping her down from the unstable chair.Abigail immediately sat down on the chair, bending down to retie a loosened shoe lace. She continued chatting up at me. "That's so beautiful. Maybe you should establish a niche market."There was a certain niche I tried my best not to stare at. The front of her.