‘Ahhh, that’s sooo refreshing,’ Faith cooed, tipping her head back in pleasure. Unwilling to resist the temptation, Bill bent down and kissed he... lips and then her inviting neck, tasting a little of her saltiness. ‘You’re right, that is refreshing,’ he replied, smiling against her chilled skin. Only a small, throaty laugh was Faith’s response and he sensed she was hoping for more. Her eyes of love sparkled at him. Bill made a return trip to the stream and pulled off his shirt, sank it in the. He embraced his brother's arms reassuringly, and nodded to himself.He started walking again, towards the direction the walking stone pointed to. The night was chilly but dry; the desert was a harsh, rocky field of red and brown. It was good enough for walking, but useless for everything else.Very little was to be found in the way of a shelter, and water was as scarce as snow flakes in the summer. The land offered little more than burrowing furry creatures and small sand lizards in the way of. ”****************When Amy showed up that afternoon, I had to tell her that Sara and her mother left to visit my mother-in-law.She pouted, and asked why she couldn’t swim anyway. I said sure and made us a pitcher of lemonade while she changed.When she came out of the bathroom, I almost dropped the pitcher. She was wearing a one piece bathing suit, but it was too small for her and had a very famous cartoon mouse on it. Obviously it was for a younger girl than Amy. She had also braided her long. She dragged me through the hallway to the door of the cupboard underthe stairs and for a moment I was confused thinking she planned to lockme in there, however in the back of that cupboard, hidden behind a coatrack was another door. She opened it to reveal a flight of steps goingdown into the cellar. I had no idea that the house even had a cellarand I tottered along down the steps into a room that took up most ofthe space beneath the ground floor of the house.In the room there were various.