“I got another 13 mins before this lecture ends. Then I gotta get back to my Halls. So about 25-30 mins?” As soon as I hit send, I get a reply. �...OK baby. I’m waiting” “Waiting for what?” I reply, but get nothing back. The next thirteen minutes drag on, if anything, going slower than what the previous hour and fourty-seven minutes did. All the while wondering what you meant by 'I’m waiting'. Then the sudden realisation of people packing their bags and leaving, signalled to me that the lecture. The dairy herd had to be driven out to,pasture first thing and returned in the evening for milking, the chickens and pigs needed feeding along with the cattle. There was the constant refuelling ofvtractors and one haulage truck and shovelling the combined hay and pig shit out of a flooded pig style as extra jobs. Then after a weeks work installing new fence posts and laying barbed wire and scratching ourselves silly despite the heavy gloves we wore a baby tornado came along and ripped up a. ”“I know and I wish I had an answer for that,” she frowned.Mason drew her back into his arms and patted her cheek. “Besides, if Mom and Dad find out, we’re toast. The way you make noise after each orgasm is enough to wake up the whole neighborhood.”“I do not,” she protested and punched him in the stomach. “It’s you who makes the noise, roaring like a lion every time you blast me with your love potion.”“I can’t help it.”“Well, neither can I, you silly billy.” She turned to look up at his face. I was lucky there because there was a mobile library that tooled through the complex once a week. I’d never been a reader before, but my bud Jeff Michaels, ex-sergeant USA, had turned me on to reading when I was in country. No TV where we were, so I was kinda weaned off of the need for it I guess would be the way to say it.Oh, and lest I forget, Jeff Michaels and Claire Cunningham had both moved to Tucson; talk about a lucky break for me. Claire was ex-lieutenant Claire of bad day in.