"We can have tomorrow off, though it doesn't feel like Christmas Day." It'll seem strange to be idle when the weather's good. The dogs'll be pleased t...ough. They haven't had much rest these last six weeks." Eighteen Husky dogs lay tethered in two long lines, content to be idle.An hour later, it was still light enough to read, but the cold had driven them into the faded yellow pyramid of the tent."Fancy a concert?" Hamish passed an advertising flyer across the tent to Ian.The mail was spread. I released her from the stocks and led her to the bathroom. I watched while she used the toilet. It embarrassed her. But she was quickly distracted when she noticed a baby bottle sitting on the counter nearby. She knew what it was for.I waited for her to finish on the toilet but I didn't let her get up. I handed her the bottle without a word. She held it under my dick and watched closely. She had no choice. My cock was only inches from her face.I had to piss. But it took me a moment to get. He squirted soapy water in its face and Louise got all upset. She says the dog is fifteen years old and can’t see well enough to bite anybody. She asked me to fix the fence to protect her dog.” He grinned.Agatha sat listening to the chatter at the table. It was odd, somehow, though she couldn’t put her finger on why. The girls she remembered as being skinny thirteen-year-olds were all grown up now. She looked at them with their illegitimate babies, acting normal as pie. It was obvious they. He offered to help. How could I refuse? I sent him a writing sample. He loved it. His message to me, ‘I woke with a woody for you.’ Was there ever any higher praise? By now we were emailing one another. A daily affair we started with encouraging messages to each other, a sexual innuendo here and there. He became a mentor, a motivator, and a muse. We shared our histories, our loneliness. I was a widow of four years, he a divorcée, both of us still alone, neither of us finding someone special.