“That’s still true,” Tessa commented. Sam went on:It was ... in 1858 that J.M. Stuart, who had accompanied Sturt in 1844, explored the country w...st and north-west of Lake Torrens.“Isn’t that interesting!” Sam remarked.“What?”“My distant relatives were here!”“You’re joking!”“No. You’ve met Rachel, my grandmother.”“Yes?”“Well, her dad is Charles Stuart Eyre, he’s Gordy’s age. And his great-grandfather was John Stuart. I know there’s a relation to Eyre, but I’m not clear on that. He had four. Anna was quite tall, an inch taller than her little brother, and her build was athletic, even bordering on muscular. Whilst her appearance was not exactly feminine, it seemed to have a strange attraction to men, for she had never had problems with getting them - and women, too, for Matt knew for a fact that she was bisexual. Her medium-length blonde hair spilled down to her shoulders, and her blue eyes sparkled with joy as she embraced her sibling. Matt could feel her large breasts pressing. His hand slid to her shoulder, she reached out for him, tentatively. Of all the fantasies, of all the longings denied in their past, touching one another had been the one act they could not replicate on the phone or in writing. She slid into his arms, finally releasing her breath as his arms encapsulated her. She now knew, this was right. Coming here was the right thing to do, being with him felt so right. She felt ten months of wonder fading away while standing in the busy airport, holding. No one knew me. Finally, I followed her out the door.We walked through the lobby and out to the parking lot. It was only then that I realized I had no room key, no ID, no money. Nothing. She had the keys to the car and drove us to a park area, her hand on my leg as she drove. I was hesitant to get out of the car when we arrived, but she laughed and asked what I was going to do, just sit there all day. We walked a bit, and I started getting a little more comfortable. She would giggle and point.