Ok, you get the picture here. Paradise! Right?Then began the descent.So ... there I was ... afraid that Janet was cheating on me but no proof. What to...do?First, I needed to confirm or deny the internal fear that Janet was cheating. I pulled up the “Where am I app” on my smart phone and logged in as Janet ... bam! There she was!!!!! AT HOME!!!!! What a letdown.A few days later, I checked on her at lunch time and the app showed her car across town from her work. GOTCHA! A quick internet search. We started having the ice cream and she was having it with my spoon itself damn that got my sleeping tiger back to form completely he was trying tear thru my jeans it hurts.I did not try to cover it and I was fucking horny I could not control myself but could not do neither either so just sat with my boner making a pretty good tent cause abusing scolding forcing hurting women hell no was not me and for me the people who do are none not worth it.She saw my boner and asked me so you wanted to. Along one wall were cooking utensils. Making numerous trips, I carried several items upstairs. We had one cot, one blanket, two empty wooden boxes, two aluminum basins, and one bucket for hauling water. Not much, but for now, we could survive. I spent the rest of the day carrying water from the stream and organizing the room. Kitty could only watch, offering suggestions. Using the outhouse presented difficulties, we discussed options and agreed that modesty would have to take a ‘back seat’. I,. I’m going to present it as a fantasy and ask interested followers, if I get any, to interact with the story and offer different directions and possibilities, but I’ll keep the core story factual.“Over the next four plus years, we’re going to build a story that will seem entirely credible because it’s true. We’re going to make every member of your clan a person people will want to know. Little by little, we’re going to tell them the entire history of your people, as well as your individual.