She may not want to sign on to be guarded twenty-four seven. I hate to say it, but that kind of thing can be hard on a relationship.”As much as it w...uld tear me up, especially with how unbelievably close we have gotten, I would rather see her leave and be happy than have her hurt when I could have protected her. If she stayed, she would be in danger. Just being with me was a danger these days, and I had the feeling that things were only going to get more interesting as time passed.Back at. It was also perhaps more likely, as an explanation.We would, perhaps, never know.Ingmar drove up beside us in an RV not that dissimilar to our own at around 11 a.m., almost two full days after we'd arrived in Minneapolis.He turned out to look not at all similar to the grizzled lumberjack I had imagined. He was a smallish, gray-haired man with a light gray beard. He was in good physical shape, and looked a lot younger to me than his 56 years.His son, Roald, emerged from their RV and shook my. "There some other news you need to be thinking about too. As soon as Cooter gets the word to the mill in Jefferson those lumber wagons are going to start rolling and they won't stop for a while. You need to stock up on things you might sell their drivers. I plan on having replacement mules for sale, and I'll bet Frank is going to turn a nice profit on the side, fixing things on their wagons or teams before they head back," I said."I hadn't thought about that either, but I remember when they. With a couple of fish from my freezer and a bottle of the wine she liked, I was a nervous wreck on her doorstep.“Get naked”, she ordered, “while I put dinner on the table.”“She was so nonchalant”, I thought glancing at the furry forest between her thighs, “Another cock has been in there all weekend and she acts like nothing happened.” It didn’t occur to me that mine had been there quite a bit, even the morning before whoever he was arrived. How emotions cloud our thoughts!I was still erect.