My cabin had been my refuge "far from the madding throng," where I could simply be myself and be by myself. Now, though, I was finding I could still b... myself even in a group of people. Camilla somehow ratified me, made me at ease in settings where once I might have felt awkward, out of place. And from what I could tell, my presence completed her as well, transformed what had once been an almost regal bestowal of presence into something where she felt a true kinship with the others there.The. She belongs to us. Don’t be stupid Hassika, Leandris isn’t your one true love. You are a placeholder and your toys are merely a surrogate for what she really wants.”“You are talking about true love? Rhabina truly loved you and you pretended to love her as well. Now she is dead and you didn’t even shed a single tear. Your true and ONLY love is your brother. Everyone else is just a toy to you, to be used as a pawn in your games. Maybe Iane is right and mere mortals are unworthy of the love of. One of his trucks was a flatbed truck with an "A-Frame" gin poles attached to the end of the truck's bed. A winch line went over the end of it and a large auger hung from it. It was very handy to dig holes and set poles quickly. When travelling, the gin poles were lowered and pinned to keep below overhead wires and the auger was held up to the truck bed with the winch line.It was usually parked out back of C&P's office yard, but one day Larry decided to park it near the office so it would be. They laughed loudly until she told them that she wasn't going outside, she was warm and didn't care that she looked like crap! Telling them that she would make their breakfast, Pete sat while Ron went to shower. Pete told her of their conversation saying that Ron would probably throw a fuck into her as soon as he could. Helen lifted her shirt showing him her nude body, with a smile. Ron returned in a t shirt and shorts and Helen sent Pete to shower. Pete had barely left the kitchen before Ron.