You're gorgeous, intelligent, and comfortable to be around..."She said, "But."I nodded. "But, how do our lives as we live them mesh? I don't think I'm...cut out to be your consort. On the other hand, living in a small town is not something I think you would like over time. There are limits of many kinds. Your type of career doesn't work down there simply because the opportunity isn't there."I paused and sighed. "I'm not sure where that leaves us." Bill, I've thought about little else since I. As I toweled myself dry I noticed the stirrings of an erection thinking about this beautiful, intelligent and confident Indian woman. I put on a pair of cream cotton shorts and a loose white tee and called Srila to let her know that I was in Room #1223. She sounded excited this time and said she would arrive in about 90 minutes, given the crazy rush hour traffic. My excitement was more or less a bit of nervousness on two counts. First, Srila was always difficult to have sex with and I wasn’t. But not this time. It gives me no distress at all to report that Wendy and I spent the entire day in bed fucking. We could not get enough. We behaved like a pair of lovestruck (and luststruck) teenagers, quite the pleasantest and most rewarding Saturday I had spent for years. Suddenly life with FUCK seemed good after all. More of the same on Sunday would have been most welcome but Wendy had a long-standing commitment to see her aunt in Sussex. Often I accompanied her on these visits because I. However, I didn’t expect any more visitors, since Elves weren’t really used to the cold and all the snow we might have. I had managed to dig out some tiny pieces of knowledge about their home valley, and I knew that the mountains protected them from the cold northern and eastern winds and the mountains on the west made sure that there weren’t too many heavy rains, either. So, they weren’t too happy to visit me up here on the North, and I was quite certain that I could expect their earliest.