"We'll take it slow."She pulled back a little and looked down at her naked body."I ... should ... get dressed." She said.I smiled at her, as I looked ...nto her soft blue-green eyes."Yeah, it might help. I doubt mom would want to see you running around naked when she gets home." I said."Take it in now, Cyrus, because you may not see me like this again for a while." She said before she got up.She flicked her hair over her shoulder, very slowly turned away from me and as I stood up, she closed her. Would I make the walls from solid timber, perhaps four inches thick, or would I now build a timber frame with wattle and daub between?We didn’t have cows nor horses to get dung for the daub, but we had plenty of deer and elk scat we could collect. That might work. Would that be faster? Would it be warmer?In the end, I elected to build the walls from the big, thick timber planks I was splitting. The walls would be at least a palm thick, so there was plenty of width for the auger to drill for. It cost me a few bucks, but I felt prevention was usually a good deal.When I returned home, I got on the computer. First to see what was going on inside Tasha’s Dungeon. Then to check out a few things I might buy. In the end I found a five year old, one season TV drama that sounded interesting enough for me to give a try. I actually watched two episodes.I was in the kitchen area pouring myself another glass of the iced tea I preferred, when the phone rang. I saw that it was Mason from the. Virginia replied, ‘I don’t care for Mr. Thompson at all. He’s weak and whiny and so bland looking. Those pale gray eyes that just blend into the rest of his face and thin blond hair that make his ponytail look so scraggly. And such a weak chin. He doesn’t seem very manly at all and when I look at him I don’t feel a thing. I want love and romance. I want to be swept off my feet by love at first sight. I want to melt whenever I see him. And that most certainly doesn’t happen with Charles.