He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her then, still laughing. “We better dry off before we both fall and spend our honeymoon in the hos...ital.” Abigail shook her head, “oh, no. That would be terrible. From now on, no one but me is allowed to bathe you.” He gave a sexy growl and rubbed his nose against hers. “That so?” “You bet,” she said grinning up at him. “Mmm. I love it when you get possessive with me. Baby, I’m all yours.” “And I’m yours, Gabe.” “Fuck yeah,” he said with a. Deciding to go for a short hike, I grabbed an apple and my camera and headed out the door. I ventured out to the woods that surrounded the small cabin and followed the small winding path that cut through the tall, fragrant pines. I took shots of the beautiful wildflowers, a rabbit nibbling some greenery, some interesting rock formations and an old twisted tree that looked like an old man’s face. The birds singing in the trees, seemed to announce my entrance onto the small dock at the. No, I would stick to my original plan. What a mess! There I was, in my bed, rationalizing the need to continue fucking Martha when I couldn’t stay away from her even if my life depended on it. Saturday, I woke up late, went back to the bar to retrieve my car and headed toward Martha’s home. Her car wasn’t there. Shit! I had a headache – thanks to the booze and lack of sleep – and I wasn’t in the mood to drive around town from one love nest to the other. I decided to simply catch a sorely. She had been looking at the framed photos of the masked and numbered Black Studs on the wall and written down a selection for later. I noticed how long she was speaking to the Madam of the evening and the Madam seemed to be arranging something? It turned out that Cynthia had been working in mid-Africa as a missionary Lady, well she had the money to indulge that passion. I spoke to her with interest but what was her reason for being here? She worked for a mission, mostly housing orphaned boys to.