She did things that showed me that she cared like making breakfast and my lunch and then coming to my work and basically marking her territory, lol. B...T, some of her comments or lack of comments still had me curious about her past.All day Wednesday I was a little nervous on how that evening was gonna go, I wanted more than anything to hold her in my arms but the conversation ahead was going to be difficult for her. Mid-afternoon she hadn't stopped by work so I took that as she was still at my. My Bathsheba was not what one could safely describe as standard female spouse material. Of course, I didn’t know that at first because our first date was more of a lark than a serious encounter for purposes of entering into a contract of marriage.We both had joined at approximately the same time a social club that specialized in initial meetings between members of the opposite sex for carnal exercises of a private and personal nature.February was always a good month for the nubile juices to. To alleviate this, whenever we came near a farmer's cart I tried to buy anything that was edible and portable. The farmers, who historically were always short on coin, were ecstatic to sell to me. Since we usually only bought a couple of apples or pears off a cart full of them, we pretty much paid for a bushel and just received the top couple of pieces. I was happy to get fresh fruit and he was happy for the extra coin.It was strange; the young farmers all looked at my sword with some. You are a woman of your word.”“So are you,” she replied. “I have always respected that in you.”The rest of the circle said things just as tripe and stupid. “I like your hair,” or “You always are so cheerful,” or “You always dress so fashionably.” Finally after everyone had said their piece, Ms Pearson said, “The staff has taken your clothing to your rooms. You may now retire for the night. Please remain naked and vulnerable as you discuss with your roommate what you experienced here this.