If we ever get to a "marrying" point, things might change, but I doubt it. It's not the women who want and need marriage. It's the men. It's an owners...ip issue."You people elected me, a woman, to be Chief. I'd like to hear some discussion on the subject of Inheritance."20 minutes later:"Well, that was close:70 to 45. Women run the show. You got to vote, you can complain. If it doesn't work we'll know." Second bone of contention: Winter Quarters."It's not going to get cold enough to snow here. As Jane got out of the car, she glanced at her own house, she wondered what was happening inside or whether Bill was down the pub as usual. She followed Matt indoors. As soon as the doors were closed, she was ushered upstairs, told to get undressed and lay on the bed. She did exactly as she was told. Matt came back into the room, naked, and carrying some lotion. “I‘m going to give you a massage,” he said, “a sexy one at that…” Jane smiled at him and rolled onto her back. She propped her head. She knew Draven had slept with women far more aesthetically pleasing than her, but right now she felt so beautiful, it didn’t even occur to her to feel self-conscious. His mouth covered hers, not all together gently, his stubble scratching at her cheek deliciously. His tongue swept into her mouth, duelling with hers and his hand slid the offending strap down her shoulder, two fingers brushing down the side of her breast and underneath the line of the underwire. Her nipple was so hard, she. “Greetings.”“Hello.”“Please, climb in and bathe,” it said, gesturing toward the spring.“What about the leaves?”“They will dissolve in the water. Do you require soap? I make it myself.”The idea of a hot bath sounded wonderful to Kinsley as she said, “Yes, please.”The creature set what appeared to be a small stone by the hot spring as Kinsley climbed in. As promised, the leaves dissolved upon contact with the hot water and bubbled away. She slipped under the water for a moment and emerged gasping.