I whispered to my husband, "How are we gonna get somebody". He said "All you've gotta do is talk to somebody who seems interested, and tell'em why we'...e here."I was pretty drunk. Otherwise I couldn't have done it. I talked to several men in the bar. The most friendly one was a 38 years old. He was an absolute sweetheart and seemed interested in me. I decided I just wasn't ready for the full-blown gang bang thing so I just said to him, "My husband and I came here to do a wild sex thing with. ” She frowned, “So I can’t go to parties?” I smiled, “I never said you can’t go to parties. I just said no throwing parties here.” She smirked at me, “Is that your rule or their rule.” I scratched my head, “More their rule than mine.” Her smirk got a little bit bigger, “And how would they know?” I chuckled, “Let’s just say I didn’t know that your aunt and uncle had someone watching over the house whenever they are on travel and I paid dearly.” Moira leaned against the wall with a smile,. "I just delivered a load at the forge. 'Twill be a week at least before I come again. How much do you need?"She smiled, and he could see perfect white teeth, like pearls on a twine. "Only a small bag, less than a pound. Ground up it helps against the trots," she added with a conspiratorial smile."You're really taking up the healing, like your mother?" Pelle asked smiling back."I learned most of her herb lore and but only a little of the healing arts," she explained modestly."Look, if you give. He could have come and slammed the cell door on me. He didn't."Mr. Jones. The sheriff said you were here. Why didn't you meet me in the tea room?" Better to meet here out of the public eye. You don't need a scandal." I raised off the bunk and faced her. I looked her over. I couldn't help it, I exclaimed, "You're more beautiful than I remembered." I'm way pregnant, Mr. Jones. How can you say that?" I stand on what I said."She was looking me over as well. "You've changed. I thought you would be.