I didn’t help matters. It was no big deal — throw a match at a bunch of dry wood and let it burn. But she agonised. She watched the weather and ma...e sure she knew which way the wind was likely to blow so she could start it on the sheltered side. She checked her matches and the kerosene tins, and made sure she had a decent torch, hours before the sunset. Finally, the sun went down. The moment had arrived. I carried the kerosene for her, but she wouldn’t let me put it on the waiting pile. She did. She lifted it up and licked it clean of any fluids before puttingit aside on the table. "Now that's a great workout!"Casually, she made her way to the shower that had been built on the farend of the large room, her breasts sagging slightly, swaying with herwalk. There was only relaxation in her mind as she stepped under it, hernear-perfect athletic form enjoying the many streams of water splashingagainst her skin. Gently she rubbed herself clean of her own fluids. Hermotions were in sync, she. Zach and Jon had been playing around with some prop lumber, stuff precut so it would break easily. They clobbered each other over the head and stuff, managing to convince Taron, who played their kid brother, that the whole pile was phony. They were hoping he'd clobber himself on the head with a real board.Unfortunately for them, as Tim quickly explained, Taron hadn't hit himself. He'd taken a swing at Tim, smashing him solidly in the kneecap. Unfortunately for Taron, Tim had been holding a belt. The living room had beautiful thick carpeting, a huge fire place that double faced the master bed room. In the master bedroom the was a king size water bed made of thick mahogany wood. Mirrors on the head board and on the ceiling. In the master bathroom there was an enormous sunken tub with mirrors all around it. The furnishings in the cabin were of the Old English style, and were very elegant. We felt like honeymooners getting away, alone for the first time together. He turned to me standing.