Charles ?tait une ?me sans aucune force de caract?re, pourtant il sevoyait prince r?gnant sur sa cour. Les ?cornifleurs n'avaient aucun mal ale manipu...er et a vider sa bourse, et Charles s'enivrait autant de vinque de mots. Les filles de joie de Paris ?taient d'une autre trempe quedes filles de campagne, elles savaient mieux que personne vider lespoches de leur "mignon Chacha". Sa personnalit? de faible lui valutd'?tre pauvre en moins de 6 mois, et il finit par vendre ses plus beauxatours pour. “You don’t have to answer right now, let me show you some of my drawings and then you can decide.”I guided her up to my den where I kept my sketchbook. I had never imagined that I would show her these pictures, but I wanted to fuck her, I was like a man possessed.I handed her the sketchbook and watched her face as she flipped it open. The first picture was of her asleep on the sofa in the living room, I hear her gasp as she flipped through the sketch book and I moved to stand behind her.“Trent,. We'd have our own home. We'd sleep in the same bed. Kiss each other as we left for work in the morning. Sit arm in arm, watching the television, feeling the comfort of our embraces. Laugh over shared memories over a beer or a meal out. Be as inseparable as the best of heterosexual couples. These are such innocent desires. And they so utterly overwhelm me."Binta ran her hands through the long strands of her hair and gazed sadly at her naked lap. Ana smiled wanly. Her emotions were curiously. I still had to come home twice a day from the fields or my other work to hold and touch my wives. I figured that Tonette would eventually calm down about needing to touch me so much, but she never did. It was an onerous task for me, but I will bear up.The week after I had gotten the fields laid by, I got a visit from three members of the scout squad from Mayton. There was a large armed party approaching Mayton, and they wanted to call out the militia. I agreed and sent word to assemble in Nimat.