I love you sweetie ... you're the best!"She hung up the phone and I thought ... you love me? You're the best, yea right! If I'm the fucking best then ...hy has hasn't he touched me in weeks? I hooked my phone into the charger and set it on the bedside stand and my thoughts turned back to Jack and his drinking and what I was going to do to help him.Jack laid there in his bed and thought about what had just happened. He wasn't as drunk as Sharon thought and tonight had been a test. He had always. His response was to laugh mockingly and tell me there was little danger of that happening and if I didn't want him, there were plenty who did. I would have left him years ago were it not for the children, my son and young daughter on whom I doted. However, the sight of that young slim body with his heavily muscled thighs, broad shoulders and "six pack" not to mention his beautiful uncircumcised penis which compared most favorably with that of his father, had disturbed me awakening emotions. “Yeah! At the poker game! Can’t have poker without some beer!” Brash said, rubbing his belly even more.“ ... delicious?” Lady Darkeye asked.A slow, rumbling laugh started to grind out of the wall. It echoed off the walls and Brash turned to face it. The immense face off Cheesehole was now out enough to open the jaw and close the jaw in slow, grinding movements. The rectangular hole in the forehead was shimmering and crackling with a mixture of red and green lightning, the two strands wrapping. There was plenty of cut wood around so it wasn't long before the smoke was once more coming out of the chimney. I then went and shut the south gate and dropped the bar in place, just in case there were any raiding parties around. Somehow I couldn't see me on my own putting up much of a defence against a large party.Amazingly in the first cabin which I built was the box of carpentry tools, the saws and the adzes which I had given to Northelm. Now why would he have left them in the cabin and not.