My body wants more.I drive home hot and wanting more. I can't take it. Pete does this to me more and more. It gets deeper and deeper. I am almost read... to tell him to just touch me too. I am so jealous that Amber is still tied in the back of that truck. I think about driving over to their house and demanding more. I turn out onto the street. I start to hear towards their house. I turn a block before I get there. I chicken out. I cower and turn around. I cannot get myself to be strong enough to. As his feet continued to pound, his destination was perhaps in doubt, but never his purpose. Still, even after many hours, he was not certain if his chosen course was the best to follow; anymore, his mind was too worn to provide an answer. Others in the village had not seen his cause for worry, had not seen the need for action. Those who did see tried to dissuade him."Thomas, listen to me," his mother had said. "This isn't for us to get involved in. The forest is too far away." Others gathered. As we prepared for bed I grabbed my pillow and told her I was sleeping in the guest room. I could see that this hit her hard and I was glad because maybe now she would reconsider where this leave of absence would lead to. The next morning I awoke and prayed that last night was just an aberration and that Kath would think differently in the light of day. I was wrong. As I came into the kitchen she was making breakfast and looking like she had just won the lottery. She smiled at me and pointed. " Marge, I too feel the same way, God you're some woman." And I meant it.She got up and again put on my bathrobe and disappeared into my kitchen. Soon I smelt the aroma of bacon and the smell of the coffee pot. I swung my legs off the bed, slipped on my dressing-gown and joined her in the kitchen. I stood behind her and with both hands on her pubis she leant back on to me and it was in this position that her daughter Miriam caught us as she came in through the back door."Mum, what the hell is.