Though potentially valuable, the ground was very low, only inches above the lake and frequently flooded. God had insufficiently divided the waters fro... the lands here; while there were places that a boat could float, they were relatively rare, and getting to them was tough. There were places that were high, or at least a little higher than the others, where a booted foot might only sink into the mud an inch or so. Foliage ran to ferns and marsh grasses, just greening up nicely at this time of. As most people had left it was only the sailing club who were concluding and mooring and the occasional walker but the hide is by a footpath at the edge of the reservoir and we expected to share it.We settled on the wooden bench quietly and with both observation panels open began to share sightings as we listened to the lapping water and birds around us.I got up to move and so did he. As I leaned forward I felt him gently place his arm around my waist then caress one of my buttocks. My running. If she was as old as he believed she was, she had undoubtedly been lost many, many times during her long life.Béla finally stopped crying and lay quietly in his arms. She looked up at him, her expression unfathomable. Her intention became more readable as she ran her fingers under his shirt and across his chest. Stretching up, she began kissing and gently licking, working her face inside his jacket collar. In a few seconds, she was kissing and nipping at his collarbone and the side of his. “What’s the matter?” he asked.“I’m not ready.”“Ready for what? I’m not doing anything.”“You know exactly what you’re doing. You’re trying to seduce me.”“Is it a crime? Seducing your own wife?”“I’m not ready. I’m just not ready. I know we’ve had our troubles, and now these troubles seem to be over, but I’m not ready. It doesn’t feel right.”“When will it feel right?” demanded Queresh.She lay in silence. Sex, after the miscarriage and loathsome depression did not appeal to her. She had escaped.