" His accent was still there, but his syntax was much improved. "Do you not make use of the land?"What could I say? "We did. For over a century, almos... two, this land was tended and farmed. Now, as you have seen, much farmland is covered with houses. Still, some use might be made. My father was not a Richards—I take my name from my grandfather—and my mother had no such interests. I think Sheila will change some of that. She believes in things that last, like the land and the house above."Elder. We couldn’t speak loudly and call our spouses’ attention, so we did the only logical thing possible. We hugged. Our hearts raced as our hug lasted a bit too long. I felt her narrow waist and peaking boobs through her tight sleeveless top.She was wearing loose palazzo-pants that offered little resistance to my hands, feeling her toned butt cheeks. She wrapped her slender waxed arms around my broad shoulders and pressed her face on my cheek. I felt her silky hair rubbed between our faces, a bit. It turned outto be the best decision I ever made. Not that it seemed that way atthe time. We had a nice visit with Jeff’s friend and his wife. Theyseemed happy and we had a good time. We stayed late and it was almostmidnight on Saturday when we finally started back. Jeff was hungry,so we stopped at an all-night diner on the island. There was a yellow bus in the parking lot along with a fewcars, but the place wasn’t too crowded. There was a girl’s highschool soccer team. " There was a double click of his microphone confirming what I had said.Chuck rang the bell and announced over the intercom, "Everything is up out here. Come on out, the weather and view is excellent."Outside, I told Chuck about the tide problem at the harbor entrance. He said, "That's one of the things Dewey told me about when he was working with me. From the tide tables, I kind of figured we were going to be pushed around as we entered. I heard your conversation with the Bell and have advised.