He could still smell the musky scent of the bigfoot, but had become almost used to it, and had become so acustomed to being carried that the stillness...of lying on the soft branches his bag had been placed on that he felt like he was still rocking along the forrest floor.He froze when he heard a rumbling sound, then he realized it was a deep soft snoring. Listening further, he became aware that it was actualy several sets of snores. He cautiously folded back the flap of the sleeping bag, and. "What.. Fay? What's.. You're her? You're Ms Tree?"She shook her head. "No, Bryan, I'm not. I'm not, and nor is MrsBarnes, here," she said, indicating the mask. "Nor is Mrs Barneshusband. I'm afraid you're not going to uncover Ms Tree this easily.Did you really think we'd just let you find out by tracing one parcel?Do you think we're that unprepared?" She finished with the stocking,pulling it off her leg. She lifted her other leg up and began to repeatthe operation."Who.. who are you? Who are. . day. What’s going on? Do you have a trust fund coming if we stay married? Is there some sort of family reason that need me to wait before I check out. I don’t understand and I’d really like to.”She sighed. “It’s nothing like that,” she said and hung her head. “I ... You’re my husband. I’m supposed to grow old with you,” she was quiet now. The fight was leeched out of her. She was talking honestly. “When I have kids, I want them to be your kids. I love him, but you’re my future. I can’t give. .”“Well, your approach is so very different than your Sisters that I had to check. What about the pledge to maintain your virginity until your wedding night?” he asked.“Oh, that silly thing,” she scoffed. “I held to it, but it didn’t help my marriage one bit. I was divorced within two months, and that’s when I was finally able to start exploring my own sexuality and discovering the real benefits of being a woman.”“Well, even if you’re free to explore your sexuality with anyone you choose, and I.