However, it was necessary for me to penetrate each of the women that night for reasons of Olgar tradition. This time around would be nothing more than...ritual, but it had to be done immediately. Therefore, we all stripped and went through the motions, so that the women could all feel that they truly belonged to my family.Being chief of the Olgars was not all fun and games. I had to adjudicate some very silly disagreementsâ€"things like a complaint when some woman named her child exactly the same. ' Months? What the fuck! 'So, Ruth. What are you up to these days?''Nothing much.' I looked at my watch. 'Hell's bells! Look at the time!' I drained my latte and wrapped my croissant in a napkin. 'Sorry, Lionel, I'm late already. It was lovely seeing you again.' I bolted for the door. The Church A ferocious wind, whipping in from the Atlantic, was driving a lashing rain, the birds had scarpered, and Sally did not look like a happy camper. I wanted to cry but I had to get away from there as fast. She was dressed very smartly and quite sexily, her skirt was perhaps shorter than is normally worn by most girls these days. Her breasts were very prominent, and not in any way encumbered by wearing a bra, and her boobs were almost hanging out of her nearly see through blouse. The whole ambience did nothing to stop my cock from nearly bursting out of my pants at the sight of her..."I'm Meg by the way. Meg Rossiter but I call myself Sadie when I am working." Hi Meg I'm Ronnie."I followed her. We had a lot in common, but there were enough differences between us to make decidedly deep arguments interesting. We talked every night and saw each other as much as possible. We were both swept away by the volume of our emotions for one another, and felt as if there was unknown depths we had yet to discover about “us.” It had only been a little while, so we were a little apprehensive about getting too seriously involved. We went out as friends for a while, caught the occasional movie or bite.