She was nipping at parts too. She attacked the neck with little nips and long kisses. Elaine was starting to moan. Sara lay on her side looking at El...ine. Her hands had been caressing Elaine’s head and neck. Now they were moving down her body over Elaine’s breasts. They moved down to her waist. Sara moved her hand under Elaine’s top at her waist. Elaine sucked in her stomach at the touch. It felt different like something totally new. Elaine loved it. Sara caressed her stomach. It stirred up. It was wonderful just to be together. And I loved the way she looked at me—as if to say “This is right.” Finally, the talk took an awkward pause. I looked in her eyes. She looked in mine. We kissed for the first time. It was awkward, casual, and sweet, more like two shy adolescences than serious adults. Still, it ended too quickly. “Stand up,” I said. She hesitated, clearly unsure of what I meant or what she should do. Then it registered. “Oh,” she said in realization. I. The young man hovered around her, solicitous to her every need. Mr. Maston came into the kitchen, and his wife turned to him and asked, ‘Were you able to get hold of Harry?’ Then, before he answered, she turned to Charlotte and Brenda and said, ‘Harry’s our justice of the peace. He lives a good ways down the mountain toward Burlington.’ ‘How can he—?’ Charlotte started to ask. But then they heard the bells and all moved to the dining room window to witness the arrival of the justice of the. I had learned an immense amount of herbal lore from Shenne, and they did have commercial writing, shorthand for commodities, trades, numbers, quality. Just no fiction aside from storytelling, which as you might imagine was, along with gossip, the cultural staple for entertainment.However, they knew all the materials their world provided, even the rare ones, and all the uses they could be put to. That is, the natural bounty of the earth met all their needs more than adequately, in most cases.