We happened to see the advertising sign poking above the trees on this side of the river, and we went in to see what useful we might find. Well, in my...opinion, we hit the jackpot! There was a pontoon houseboat docked there with a minimum of superficial damage that would be easy to fix. We had seen enough to want to live on the river and not venture onto land anymore than we had to.The houseboat was large enough to have two bedrooms and a galley with electric appliances. There was a generator on. The idea of my..."She is your love..." Lesley assured me.And I knew she was right. I had felt it since the first night we were together, but I had fought it. Fought it hard because of my ... fear? Experience? Cynicism? Perhaps it had been all three, but I had denied how I truly felt."Embrace it..."I drifted towards sleep, the comforting feeling of emotion running through me. For a moment I felt a fearful thought of what might happen if Julie got pregnant. The thought of losing Lesley forever. I left Dora to calm the insipid man down, and turned to watch the men at work. There's something about the way muscles move on a man that's entrancing, and Dora had to tap me on the shoulder to get my attention so we could get into the coach."Don't stare so, Lizzie." But look, Dora. They are gorgeous." They are rough, uncouth, dirty country filth, Elizabeth." You don't find them attractive?" I did not say that. I do not like the dirt." Under that." Oh, I know what's under that!" She grinned at. The Maître d calls over a waiter and withdraws wishing us a pleasant time. I once more slide my dress up so my naughty pussy only wets my seat. After studying the menu we easily decide on a light salad starter with duck pate. To follow we both take a fish dish. My figure will not allow a desert, not because of the calories but because sex on a full stomach is less fun! The Sommelier pops up from nowhere. The decision is simple; Champaign. The waiter returns to move the cutlery around and lay.