It wasn’t that I would become a fully accepted resident of the village after that trip - but it helped a lot. I wasn’t yet in completely good shap..., but I was getting better and I was quite willing to do some wood chopping whenever possible - and of course there were more hunting trips, since the amount of game in the valley easily allowed that. We even managed to catch three wild boars that had been troubling the people who took care of the plantation - and I had to admit that those animals. She mostly worked in a bar as a cocktail waitress. Although, I do think she might have done other work on the side. She had the neighbor next door watching my young siblings. I was old enough to take care of things in the house. She expected me to do the cleaning and all of the cooking. I was basically her slave.She’d always bring men into our home. We’d hear her screaming and moaning. Her bed would make noises up against the wall. Most of the time, the men would just stay for an hour and then. Craig and Amanda had some fruit and snacks and so we went into their compartment. Chris brought some scotch and he Craig started knocking that back. Amanda managed to get three small bottle of wine from the porter but he said that was all he had. So as we snacked and drank we compared notes about what we liked best and least as travelers and strangers tend to do. Because they were 20 yrs younger they had obviously hit some different sites than we had, including a "rave" bar which we thought was. On the last word, Karen slapped so hard, her sister fell to the floor. It didn’t end there. Once Dawn was down, Karen went to one knee and smacked her again for good measure and to make sure she never forgot. Dawn didn’t, and it’s been sixteen years since we’ve seen or heard from her sister. Nope, after I saw that object lesson, I made sure never to even think the word in her presence, let alone say it aloud. So, you can see, if I had called Karen a cunt at any other time in our marriage, I.