She noticed me looking and read the look in my eyes and asked me what I was thinking, so I said it “I want to sit you on this rock peel off your pan...s and tong you until you scream into orgasm” shit couldn’t believe what I said I thought she might slap me as it was moving a bit fast, but she didn’t say a thing but look on her face was hunger and she sat up on this perfect rock and took her pants right off and opened her legs for me fuck amazing, so I buried my tong deep into her wet open love. You’re Southern, so Yank still doesn’t sound right to your ears, but you know my meaning. Quincy gives me my warm fuzzies, but Harvey makes me feel safe. You each bring something special to the table, you see. I got a London barkeep for a husband, one who reminds me of Bob fucking Hoskins, has that whole ‘salt of the earth’ quality. A regular, working-class bloke. The sort that my lot has fucked over far too many times. At least when I screw you, love, you’ll enjoy it! I’ve long wanted to give. Only time would tell if she liked it, too. I had hopes.On Christmas Eve, we went to church for a candlelight service that always choked me up. The choirs combined and were wonderful. Usually, we received communion seated. But, for Christmas Eve, everyone went to the altar. Mom and Dad went first holding hands followed by Britt and Mel with me in the center holding each one's hands.Christmas day arrived and the four had our usual breakfast. We were joined about half way by Mel. We enjoyed each. "The conversation lulled and Beth took that time to take a better look atTheo's journals. Her eyes would shift from reading to looking at Theo,when she finished the first page she had sad look on her face. "I'msorry... I shouldn't of." She put the stack back onto the table.Theo heard the paper hitting the table and made a grab for the pages,clutching them close to her chest. "It's... okay."The airlock hissed and Dr. Fleming and Debra walking in. Theo looked tothe noise. "Hello?" It's me,.