She had been helping Greg get his firewood split and stacked, and he kept her yard mowed and did a lot to help her salvage what they could from the ch...rred ruins of her garage. ‘You looked pretty thoughtful, there, Abby,’ Leila said. ‘What were you thinking about?’ Abby felt her face get hot. ‘I…I was thinking about my relationship with Greg, actually,’ she admitted. ‘And…?’ Leila asked. ‘It’s…it’s kind of odd,’ Abby said, ‘I mean, I see more of Greg every day than I used to see of my husband. She might have figured it out anyway. She'd known Marigold for as long as they'd gone to high school. For years, she'd been a social attack dog for whoever got to be queen bitch. Then, with only a handful of weeks left until graduation, she'd done a complete one eighty, walking away from Brianne and her cult to associate with Thule and his gang of social misfits.It had never made sense to Ioke, but it hadn't completely come together until they were all together on Hana. Marigold, thinking. Randy picked her up from Red Hall at seven o'clock and was as much fun as she thought he would be. Nevertheless their conversation ranged widely and they discovered they had a lot in common: the theatre, music, history, riding and teaching. Randy was on a short service commission which was due to end in nine months' time and was seriously considering teaching. He had also read history at university and he was fascinated by her dissertation. Zoë shyly but gratefully agreed to let him read. I got to the woods, parked.I'm being called away. PLEASE forgive me Sirs, and I'll be back as soonas I can.The reason for that interruption was Lena calling me to her bedroom justto giggle at my new appearance and get another "love session" from her"lesbian slave"--me!But finally, after repeated orgasms, she tired, fell asleep and I wasable to get back to the wesbsite:Sirs,Once again I humbly beg your pardon for being so long getting back, butmy loving wife Lena needed me and Keyholder, besides.