She broke the kiss and pulled away slowly.“We keep this up and I will be undressing again.” she whispered to me.“That would be a good thing.” ... replied.She smiled and waved at me and walked out of the room. A few seconds later I heard the front door open and close.Beth texted me later that night that Lance was watching her every move so a phone call was out of the question. She had to go to the bathroom just to message me. I decided not to reply in case he would be close. Although, it was not. ’ I held her in my arms – both of our bodies burning with the heat of the moment. She pushed the dark hair away from her face. The moonlight from the windows gave her complexion an almost alabaster quality to it. She ran her hand across my chest and over my stomach – the sensation was almost ticklish. My fingers ran over a series of strange marks on her otherwise flawless skin just above her right hip. ‘I’ve never seen scars like yours.’ I muttered. She glanced over at my hand and the tender. It didn’t make me a lot of friends, but it did make the night when we had that big storm more interesting.It was a dark and stormy night and I saw the thing coming from miles away. The horizon disappeared as the heavy rain showers blocked the view of the far plains. There were no wagons around that I could see, so I locked down the shutters and built up the fire in the potbelly stove to keep the building nice and warm.The thunder and lightning were building, and the rain was coming down so hard. He didn't intend for any of them to become his girlfriends, of course. Why would he do that? They were going to be his slaves, just like Sandy. He didn't want a girlfriend at the moment, or need one for that matter.The more he thought about it, the more the idea of going ahead and topping his neighbor sounded like fun, particularly if he could humiliate the woman in question. Making her lick her own daughter and niece might be a start. She was rather annoying, at least in his perspective.Who.