”“Won’t the villagers kill me?”“We have a tradition called Sanctuary,” I explained. “An outsider in need of help can stay in the village...under the rules of Sanctuary if they have a sponsor who is prepared to guarantee their good behaviour. You’d get food and protection and a place to sleep while you work out what you want to do next. I’d be your sponsor.”Since I wasn’t married, I wasn’t sure I could swing that last part, but if I explained Lizbet’s circumstances to Matra Glandira, I’m pretty. I pulled my car into the airport parking lot and stopped. "It'sover Dad. After months of trying it's all over. I - we don'tlove each other anymore; not in the way we use to. It's not thatI don't want to be around Jennifer anymore. I love her Dad, butnot as my wife. It was foolish to think I could forget my pastwith her."I got out quickly and started walking toward the terminal. Soxgot out of the car and caught up with me."I knew something was bothering you Son. I suspected there. ’ ‘Oh, like a sailor, a girl in every port?’ ‘Not quite, and maybe girls are a little more choosy.’ ‘I hope so.’ Vivienne smiled as Sandy joined us, making me realize that I had hardly seen her with clothes on in the apartment. She had on a shirtwaist dress with two breast pockets, but when she turned to get herself a beer, I could see from the movement of her breasts that she had no bra on. She rejoined us and topped up my beer from the bottle, and Vivienne excused herself to finish cooking. . Now go and have a shower - and don't forget the shower-cap." I slipped out of my nightie and knickers and left them on the bedwhile I went to the bathroom.I came back into the bedroom with my towel around my waist. "Now that'show a boy wears a towel!" said Susanna. "A young lady would wrap thetowel around herself higher up, so that her boobies wouldn't get cold.You need to start thinking like a girl. Now dry yourself properly and putyour bra and a clean pair of knickers on so that you don't.