Made of logs harvested from the property it sat on, it was an impressive two story affair with a rambling porch that wrapped completely around it. It ...ad a roof of treated oak shingles, also of trees off the property. It was a man's house, no doubt.He welcomed her in the shop out back, his design studio. She was there to bring him the specs for their latest client's demand."This guy is a pain in the ass. He wants us to be done in ninety days, but he keeps changing things. We did exactly as he. It was quite amusing to observe the different reactions. Most folk tookit in their stride, but there were a few, who wanted to be censorious,but weren't sure whether to take umbrage because of two women livingopenly together or because one of them used to be a man. It was all tooconfusing and, in the way of most gossip once the facts are known, withina month had died the death.As they were our new neighbours Mary and I saw a lot of Rosemary andSandra; shortly after we had invited them to. First night I arrived at 3PM, so I guess it wasn’t really night at all. The house belonged to Wilkes, way up in the Appalachians where you dont expect to see anything but rocks, trees and camper vans. His was the entire valley, surrounded by a fortification of mountain ranges. I never asked how much of it he actually owned. Maybe it didn’t matter. Where he built, he owned.Nobody came to the car. I expected – well, I didn’t know what to expect, but people on the decking, swapping stories,. She opened her bag and fished out her sports bra, which she slid into, her hard nipples very evident as they poked against it, making protrusions in the tight material. She stepped into her exercise shorts, pulling them snug against her warm crotch, delighting at their brief touch and then pulled the shirt over her head smoothing it down across her stomach as she paused and reflected on how great she felt at that moment. She sat down on the bench and put her Adidas shoes on and then tucked her.