It was of aman, a warrior of some bygone time, dressed in furs and plaid,with a great sword, a longbow, and a quivver of arrows. "He's supposed to...be an ancestor of mine," said Elspeth. "What did you say your name was?" "Gwenneth Jones." "That's a good Welsh name, but you're not from around here." "No, I'm American, but I have an aunt in Llandudno." "Oh, really. Well, I expect you'll want to see your bed. Just follow me." At the top of the stairs, she pushed open a lowdoor. I’m not sure what else I can do.”She sipped her drink and seemed to reflect deeply.“I guess it’s just that, well, not only am I not feeling very attractive these days, but I guess I’m just kind of bored too,” she said.This took me by surprise. I had assumed that it was just her self-consciousness holding her back. I had no idea that she was getting bored with our sex life. I was a little hurt by that, but also a little intrigued.“What do you mean bored?” I asked, my heart starting to beat. After we had rested, we walked together back into the town. Cassius and I spoke of work and the politics of the town, our wives spoke of domestic concerns. We stopped at a roadside tavern, taking wine and food, the bond between us grew stronger.The following week, we again found ourselves in our secluded space, Cassius and I had no hesitation in revealing or wives' bodies to the gaze of the other. Our wives held hands, as women do, as we competed to see who could thrust more deeply. Again we. Both ladies went and stood in front of Georgina’s large desk. Georgina was looking at some papers and Lucy thought how much she was acting like a Headmistress. Even when Georgina looked up crossing her arms and leaning back in her chair that Headmistress look remained. “I thought you had learned your lesson this morning, Rebecca?” Georgina said sternly. Lucy looked at a blushing Rebecca, who replied quietly, “Sorry, Georgina. I just froze.” Georgina made a cross, “Hhmm,” sound before looking at.