He could hear the chatter of females but still could not see their camp.Then, he saw the Conestoga wagon right in front of him with the damaged wheel ...itting forlornly off to the side like some sort of symbol about the dangers of not maintaining a wagon in the wilderness. All he saw was a bunch of females ranging from an old woman in a silly rocking chair to a frayed and worn-out motherly type wearing her dress tied up high for comfort and her shapely white legs right out in the open and not. Asperfect a Japanese woman as you could imagine.Her lingerie drawer, all perfection, beautiful pieces one after another."I love them all," she thought to herself, her lingerie what she trulyloved as it clung to her, accentuated her in a way no lover ever could.Her closet, all perfect taste, every shoe carefully chosen.And her parfum. It was her signature. A rare scent custom done inFirenze Italy. The scent of amber, of sex, of citrus and warm wood. Sheloved how feminine it made her feel. And. It wasn't an agreed on destination. Perhaps Clarissa gravitated toward that spot because it was where she felt most comfortable. Both of them were full of emotion and the excitement of experimentation and discovery. He took his pants off this time, not so much in an attempt to get naked, but so he wouldn't trip with them around his ankles. Then he felt stupid because he was wearing a shirt with no pants. He took his shirt off and then felt embarrassed because he was naked and his sister wasn't.. She tried not to think of how untraditional the whole set up was. She had spent her whole life judging others on their decisions to be untraditional and here she was doing something similar. She was either going to be getting married with such a round belly that it would reach the altar before her or she was going to be getting married with her son or daughter present at the wedding. As she looked into Logan’s eyes and felt his large hands caressing her belly she realized she really didn’t care.