They insisted on having their accustomed hut, and that fit in with what Turtle wanted, too.The two Nipmuck women looked over the hut that Turtle had b...en living in and snorted something to the effect of "What could you expect from a man?" They tore down what Turtle had built and assembled the traveling hut as a temporary dwelling until they could build what they really wanted. The three Indians spent the night in their hut and ate their own food. Neither of the women were enticed by the food. ’Again, Dorothea felt unsure, but she did as was told. After all, he was a Doctor, and she was the patient. He knew what he was doing. Her knees bent and feet flat against the examination table, she felt Dr. Tavistock pull down her stockings and lift and fold back the many layers of her clothing. Thank goodness the wide crinoline was on the way out.She felt a distinct waft of cool air against her inner thighs, as well as her nether regions. She felt tense and nervous. Her wretched husband was. The crotch of his jeans had swollen to the size of a fist.Alice's right hand slid down his belly as her left hand stroked his left flank and lower back. His skin was burning up. Alice rubbed his flat belly, then eased her fingers under the waistband of his jeans. He sucked his gut in, and the tip of his cockhead kissed her fingertips.He was shaking, panting as if he would hyperventilate and pass out. His toes clawed at Alice's foot. His hot sole rubbed up and down her instep."Relax,. Grace looked out of the window, across to the opposite cottage. There was Mo, peering out! She raised a smile and waved. He waved back, though she couldn’t see his face with the light being behind him. He wouldn’t be able to see hers either. She moved and made a thumbs-up to the side, that he’d see in silhouette. He did one back - so hopefully they hadn’t hurt him too badly, or opened his wounds up.After a moment she noticed something on the right - it was Emerald! And Cyan. Waving too. They.