Kyle turned and went pale.“Ramie, let go of my arm. We’ve got wolf-company behind us. Get your gun, sister.” My hand tightened on Kyle’s arm. ... didn’t turn. “Ramie?” Wolf started snarl-barking again. I could feel my voice giving shape to Wolf’s thoughts.“I will thin my pack and teach my pups. We will abide in this land and share it for generations to come and generations past. We will avoid the man-lands and shepherd the prey. We will protect the land.”Apparently, Blackfeather figured Kyle had. It seemed like there was no end to it. He would push in a bit deeper, than pull almost all the way out, then back in again. I began liking how it felt on the way out, and hating how it felt going in. I screamed a load moan every time he went in, and moaned again as he pulled back. It felt so relaxing having him pull out, I began to want him to put it in, just so I could feel him pull out. He kept going, deeper and deeper. I had that weird sensation by my balls as he went deeper, it felt like. Or would he?As I waited, I started to think about how reckless Iwas being. How much trust I had placed in one person.What if he never showed up? What if he took everythingwe had both worked for and disappeared? What if I hadbeen temporary? Just something he needed to get by?Left with nothing but a few boxes of photos and booksin the back of my SUV?But, didnt I literally put my life in his hands everytime we had played? How many times over the yearscould he have hurt me or killed me and I. I might feel a little tinge of jealously when they look at you that way, but mostly I have a sense of satisfaction that you are my wife, and the mother of my children. All they can do is drool over you.”We didn’t talk any more about that for a week or so, but over the next several years I used every opportunity to bring up similar conversations with her. It finally got to the point that she acknowledged that the men were gawking at her, and she continued to probe me about my feelings and.