"She is already dismayed and cannot be ruined more than you have already done."Quigley looked at the woman still sitting on the carpet, who didn't und...rstand yet that Quigley planned on impregnating the Lady Tinsley before he returned her to civilization. Her daughter too, if possible. He put sorrow plainly on his face."You have no idea, do you?" What?" she asked."How you affect men," he explained. "Men, to you, are only laborers, business partners, or servants. You don't see them as male. Let. We also didn't have any exposure to religionmany have in a small town. Of course part of the reason the gender roleswere never enforced strictly was that my parents weren't very good atguidance in general. My father was more for focusing of pot as a copingmechanism for the PTSD he ended up with after being drafted into Vietnam.My mother was always a bit self-absorbed and oblivious to the harm herunfiltered speech would cause.My older sister was dad's favorite and I always tried to live up to. I think of how she'd choose the panties she wanted me to wear, how she'd look up into my eyes as she eased them up over my thighs. They were always tiny, filmy, frivolous little scraps of nothing, designed to tease and titillate. They were always chosen with a view to what they'd show rather than conceal.I remember how, at work, we'd look across the office at each other and speak with our eyes. Hers sometimes said, "Come and eat me, my cunt is yours."Mine always said, "I love you."Getting out. .” his sentence trailed off as the realization of the situation hit him. “Yes Roger, that’s what I mean. If she wants you, you can have her” I replied. “Based on her changing like that, I’d say she’s interested.” I continued. “I’ll give you some advice, she likes guys who are confident and take charge.” They both nodded in understanding and we sat back without another word, enjoying our drinks. Erin turned and came out to join us, then grabbed the bottle of rum and topped everyone’s drinks up,.