The cleaning lady’s daughter Maria looked over at him like he was some kind of crazy man talking to himself in the lonely, empty restaurant. He smil...d at the girl and promised his diminishing libido that someday soon he would suggest to her that they join together in carnal explorations. Of course, that depended on the absence of her overly protective mother often out searching for fresh produce in the farmer’s market or discussing the rising prices on the “catch of the day” with the sun-tanned. "Jeez buddy, if you don't do it soon I'mgonna worry that you are gay or something!" He laughed it off turningto the two girls behind him.A cold hand grasped my heart and I knew that I was treading ondangerous ground. My very will was at stake - Gerald could take itfrom me as easily as I've seen him take it from others. And if therewas anything I didn't want to happen was to lose control of myself!Imagine what humiliating things I may be forced to do? And what ofthe girls in my family - they. Ab said we'd follow the Sweetwater all the way into south pass.Ab said that many people called Independence Rock the half way point on the trail to Oregon. He also said that if you got to Independence rock by the 4th of July you'd make it through the mountains before there was snow.While the women were fixing supper, Abby came over and sat on my lap. She put her arms around me and leaned her head on my shoulder. I hugged her back and waited to see what she needed.Abby was quiet for several. It wasn't hard to make one behind some old furniture. I needed to be able to react instantly in the case of being discovered so I couldn't just crouch behind something. I moved some stuff out from a corner where I could stand and observe through an opening, but still be able to jump out if necessary. I left the axe handle there.Back in the main room, I stopped in front of her and said. "Ok, speak softly. We need to hear when the trap door opens. That will give a few seconds to get your.