Though in some curious way he had avoided it in equal measures knowing it could have caused problems and problems he didn`t need with the mother he ha... so long desired, so he had avoided the subject most carefully, till now, feeling she may find the subject all just too difficult especially explaining the “games” in the old outhouse which he had never yet been allowed to enter in all the years he could remember. In some peculiar way he was glad to find the subject in the open this wet. Of course there was no question of going on the mat with him since he was still a boy in her eyes, but the fact that he was appreciating her bosom was a source of pride to her.The next day it rained again but not as hard as the previous day. John was able to reach Samouno's hut where he remained until late afternoon. There wasn't much to do since it was still raining too much to leave the village so as to pick roots. In the evening it was raining so much that some of the water began to drip. And now I knew you weren't perfect." That's for sure," I breathed, finally able to contribute something to the conversation."Like I'm not perfect," she said.She stopped then, just looking at me. Her hand was still on my knee. I was too young, at that specific point in time, to realize the implications of what she had just said ... about how I had gone from being the unattainable White Knight, to a flawed human being like herself. A flawed human being ... who she could now look at as being. The rotor shaft was locked up and wasn’t going to move. It was hard to say what was the problem without taking it apart.“Can it be fixed?”“I can fix it, but it could take some time.”“Can we get another one?”“Not easily. I’m sure that a Hearth could locate one for us and a Sword could steal it.”Hearth Deva looked over the part. “I can find one pretty easily. I’ll send a gangin scout or a raider out to pick it up. We’ll have it tomorrow morning.”“Do it.”“All right.”“That pushes the attack off to.