I held her in my arms as we glided across the floor with her head comfortably resting on my shoulder.For the next hour we never left the dance floor b...t eventually we both needed a break. We were only back at the table a couple minutes when a man approached. He had those rugged, good looks that women like and his well-built physique was obvious even through his clothes."Jenny; Jenny Johnson?" he asked obviously knowing her from before she was married.Jenny looked up at him. "Dennis, Dennis. I conceded that I was not interested in other women now as she was the only one,I wanted. As S was not interested in other ladies, I suggested that maybe she could have a some fun with other men, and we talked about what she would like,eventually agreeing that she would like to try some erotic massages with me watching in the room. This led to a few occasions when away on holiday that she received some erotic massages from men in our hotel rooms. These were professional masseurs and she enjoyed. "How are you today?", he asked sitting beside her."Fine. But I can't seem to hold anything down"."Morning sickness?" I'm afraid so"."Have you tried eating some bread?"Angela covered her mouth with her hand and shrugged. She found it impossible to talk about food or even think about it. It seemed that her daughter didn't like anything on a plate.Mitch poured some coffee and drew in a deep breath. Probably another lecture would follow."Oh God! Please uncle! Not again. I promised to think about. ”I moved to the cliff and began to climb, my silent companions just watched from below. While I knew each and every hand hold, it was still a frightening thing to free climb with no rope or tools.At the top I was greeted by ten robed men, who said nothing, but just gestured that I come, then formed an honor guard of five on each side. We walked up to an ancient wooden building where a middle aged man sat in a chair. The honor guard stopped, so I bowed.“Tell me who you are,” he commanded.“I am.