Stewart smiled as he thought of the spring parties and the pretty girls showing off their new dresses. Here it was mud, Indescribable odors, and death... He took out a locket from inside his tunic and let his mind drift. Charles Stewart, the 3rd son of the Lord Berwick, came from a large family, three boys and two girls. Being the youngest son meant that in the main scheme of things he was an afterthought. His oldest brother, James, would inherit Stanhope and the title. He and his wife, Patricia,. I was certain of that. I felt safe and relaxed a bit. But a moment later, while still feeling them move around me doing who-knows-what, I caught another scent. One I could not put a face to, but certainly knew to be that of a woman. As music began to play, just loud enough to mask any mistaken whispers in the otherwise silent room, I felt my lovers come to either side of me. One strong hand reached behind me to the small of my back, arching my body forward and pushing my breasts out. I felt a. Come early evening we were famished and returned to the bar to get some food. The farmer served us some home made grub which was most welcome. We washed it down with a couple of beers and chatted. A little later the family came in and ordered a bottle of wine which we all shared. We returned the hospitality and bought another. By this time we were all a little merry. The farmer bid us good night and told us to help ourselves to another bottle if we needed it and clear the bill in the morning.. She grabbed it in her hand and latched it up to the wall.“Please, come in,” Akilah said, gesturing them in.“Vhere is Joshua?” Miriam asked, a touch brusquely.“He is still in bed, the sleepyhead,” Akilah said.“Vhere is his room?” Miriam asked.“Come, follow me,” Akilah said, “He isn’t decent, though.”“He never has been,” Baruch joked.Akilah lead them into the combined room by the door closest to the sofa, continued past them, and shook him until he looked at her with bleary eyes. “Joshuluh, your.