The preacher man was not destined to return to their fold because he was on one of those ferry flatboats that was caught up in the swollen river rushi...g muddy waters with their anchoring rope all ripped up in the raging torrent.The thing was loaded with men and horses and even a small wagon with a settler wife and some small children of unknown ages and close enough features to be the seed of the same parents.Fortunately, the three children survived but not the mother and the preacher went down. She began to circle him, and he assumed his prepared position. She forced her mind into the hunting mode, becoming a stalking lioness, eying her prey, ready to strike. Always on balance, her weight on the balls of her feet. She feinted twice, watching his responses carefully. She couldn't see even a slight flinch. She danced in and swung a leg, but short of real striking range. It fooled him, and he tried to sweep her again. As he did, she lept to the side and caught him in the ribs with her. She seems happier than ever before. Maybe it’s that bath oil. She feels sexier than ever. Her skin seems to shine more. It looks more radiant than it did before she discovered it on the tub. Her favorite part of her body has always been her ass, and looking at it now, she feels that if she were a man, she’d fuck the hell out of it. Her ex-husband seemed to enjoy it. That man would smack it, bite it and kiss it at every opportunity. But that was before the divorce, which is why they are here.. – “It comes with practice,” she replied. – “Can imagine yes. How long have you had the chance to practice then, if I may ask?” His curiosity was obvious, but she kind of enjoyed it. – “I was fifteen when I had the amputation,” she replied. – “So, that makes how many years of practice?” ‘Ah, he’s finding out my age too,’ she thought, smiling. – “That makes eight years of practice,” she smiled. “And how old are you?” Jason laughed. “Twenty-four.” As he drove off the university parking lot he.