We spoke about mutual interests and her staffing needs. Next thing I knew, I'd signed on the dotted line as a new supervisor of a very young staff of ...mployees.After a few days of orientation and being introduced to staff, we left the workplace to do some private conversation that was not for the rank and file workers. We discussed details and goals, and terminated that chat to more personally reacquaint. We went from where we live to what we're doing. Eventually, she asked how I handle living. As they ate, he then guided the conversation to Susan’s sexual history. He asked her how many lovers she’d had. Susan explained that she’d had only four, two before her marriage, her husband, and now Peter, she told him, blushing a bit. Peter understood her allusion at his taking her earlier while she was bound over the leather vaulting horse. He began to explore that area of her life even more deeply, asking if she masturbated, and how often. Again, feeling herself blush a bit at such a. Us, Marie?I nodded."Well, let me introduce you to Susana, my husband/wife, my lover, and everything in between. Since we're going to talk about what happened between you and your mother in Boston, I want Susana to be here and hear everything you have to say. We have no secrets from each other, and she can help us find a solution to this problem. Do you agree?I was mute and nodded again. We sipped our tea while I collected my thoughts and thought about how to relate everything that had happened.. Swiftly, she runs through the tall grass. The cover of the foliage of the field offers some security, but her stalker can swift movement through the dense forest of grass as she runs. Each stride she takes, takes her and her infant inches closer to their home and the rest of her hungry brood. Fear mingled with hope and love are the driving forces all around her. The site of her new nest comes into view. The nearness gives her renewed energy and a new burst of speed. The cry of the owl sounds.