It was only a temporary solution, but hopefully enough until they gained the co-ordination and strength to operate the wood stove if not safely then a... least with more than no chance of success.There wasn’t much in the shelter (OK, it was an empty cold-storage locker, well insulated to keep the heat of the wood stove he had installed in and the cold of Long-winter out) except for a bunk and storage spaces, a chair and work-space/eating surface. It was small enough for the stove to heat. Even dad, who had always been rather taciturn towards me. "It's just his way," mom would say. "Believe me, he's thrilled to have you as a daughter." Jesse and I began to get better acquainted. We went for long walks around the rolling grounds of the Darlington estate. I would wear loose summer dresses, my long hair floating free in the breeze, my high-arched feet bare in the cool green grass. My handsome fiancee dressed casually in slacks and polo shirt, the muscles of his arms bulging. Taking her breasts in his hands he begins to tease her nipples through the silky fabric of her bra. She arches her back and grabs onto him for support. He slides the straps down slowly revealing her soft breasts, taking her bra off and throwing it to the floor. She begins to feel his arms, his chest all through his clothing, she begins to tug at his shirt, pulling it off with the utmost urgency. He slows her down just a bit because he wants to savor this time they have together. He begins to. "Both girls laughed. Nadia felt something in her loosen. She hadn'tlaughed like this in a while. It felt good to let go and be silly. Notthat she was morose or anything, but Joe didn't like silliness. Pennydidn't put up with Nadia's antics. And after both of them left, therewasn't anyone left to goof off for. She worked. She came home. Sheavoided her parents. She edged. She wrote in her journal. She readstories online and listened to files. She edged. Often, she never came.She just edged until.