At least the lake and stream are near, though. If I have to, I can make him a diaper, she thought as tears began to flow again. My husband. The man w...o always has the answer. I’ve screwed over him, and now I’m stuck out here with no real way to help him.Don’t you dare die on me, she admonished him mentally. I can’t live without you.Then the food worry came galloping back. We only have a few days’ food left. Even if he awakens and is fine, he still has a broken leg. I can’t leave him here. Get your ass in bed, Sweetie."All my life, I've saved my virginity waiting for the appropriate woman to step into my life. And then I met Lady Diana, who I feel is the perfect woman. A beautiful woman who I'd be proud to take home and introduce to my parents or take to my local church parish where I learned my moral and social values as a child. A personable woman that's not afraid to live life as it is meant to be lived. A woman who will make a perfect wife for me.And what do I do? I jump into. Being somewhat nervous still I decided to play into it in my own way. I began wearing tight briefs only quite often and somewhat teasing without being full on upfront about it (if that makes any sense). This went on for sometime but no one ever made a move and eventually he got settled in his own place. Another opportunity squandered but it was still fun for what it was worth. Even more time passed, and I would often kick myself for not just being more upfront about things and letting whatever. " He hesitated. "Execution by firing squad, for a local..." Both girls gasped. "And up to thirty years imprisonment, without remission, for foreigners." The girls began to sob uncontrollably as his words sunk in. Jackson had told them the unvarnished truth. That was indeed the local law, and life was pitifully expendable in this remote district. But in his three years here, he had managed to strike up something of a rapport with the Chief of Police, and they had often dined and played mah-jong.