Perhaps she wasn't alone? As she struggledto breath she wondered what Lady Patricia was doing.Chapter SixA flashlight flickered and jumped in the dar...ness as the holder attemptedto follow the faint trail that led out of the village. The terrain hadbeen climbing and recent rains made navigating the barely there traildifficult. Unseen by the woman who had been spying on the trio in themarket was a lithe figure who trailed behind her. The follower washampered by having no light and the urgent. My generation had two paths to follow: the old or the new. Trying to follow both just didn't work. You were not accepted in either one." said Rob."What about Art?" I asked."Art maybe the exception; he learned the old ways from our father and the both of them damn near died. Mom did die when the herds migrated further south, due to a particularly bad winter. They got trapped by the weather, without food. Dad remarried, but he married a woman from the new generation and it did not work out.". I awoke later from the movement and noise of Brandon and Myia fucking.I rolled away from them and went to the bar, poured myself a drink, and sat there watching my daughter and her son fucking each other. The three of us fucked, sucked, and made love with each other the rest of the week. We all three slept in my bed. The morning that Tom was to get home, Myia told Brandon that she wanted him there when Tom arrived. The following day, Brandon came in and wanted to talk. I knew something had. So, they must have wanted to have a relationship.‘Yes, you’re absolutely right, but it was frowned upon then for any woman – even married ones – to seduce a man. especially an older woman with a younger man’.‘I understand that Lorraine, but what about all those married Victorian men, who went around shagging women other than their wives, left right and centre. And I apologise for using a swear word’.‘That’s okay, but to answer your question, if you notice in the book, those men, took control of.