‘And now?’ ‘I would still like to see you, but now I think it’s because – almost for the first time – I want to make love to a woman who d...esn’t want me to.’ He shook his head. ‘I’m not into coercion, so you’re safe.’ ‘Am I?’ she said. ‘From me, yes.’ ‘What about me?’ He looked confused, suddenly. ‘What about you?’ ‘What if I wanted to make love, too?’ He shook his head, a rueful look on his face. ‘I’m not that lucky.’ She smiled. ‘Today, you are. Alan, I’m divorced. I haven’t had sex for two. Let’s wait and see what she wants.”After two days of driving rain, they rode into the clearing on a warm, sunny afternoon. Every possession or item of clothing was damp or soaked. Looking forward to the clean, dry clothing in the packs left behind, Monica was nonplussed when Autumn ran to her and declared, “You’ve got to help me! I think I’m ruined!”Monica stepped between Autumn and Bron, starting to draw her sword, when Autumn grabbed her arm and yelled, “No! Not that way – well maybe, almost. " "Whatever you say, lover," replied Frannie, sensually blowing a kiss in Randy's direction. "Just make sure you don't take too long," she smiled. "I'd really hate to waste this incredibly horny mood I'm in." "Before you go, ma'am," said the stout man, "We would also like to ask you some questions." "If you don't mind," added the thin man. "Why should I mind answering any of your questions?" asked Frannie. "I've got nothing to hide," she smiled, while watching the two men squirm. Billy's father had gotten hurt several years ago working at the same lumbermill that Billy now worked at. A load of logs shifted and rolled off the logging truck and pinned him under them, crushing his legs and putting him in his wheelchair for the rest of his life.Billy's mother worked as a cocktail waitress at one of the local bars and was lucky to get that. There wasn't a lot of work for women in the small town they lived in - it was either work as a cocktail waitress, at the diner when and.