" "The big deal? Melanie, do you hear yourself? Are you not thinking? Your father is a preacher! To him, we are living in sin!" "Maybe in his eyes, bu... the way I look at it, God was the one that brought us together, Bridgette. We can't help what we are. We can’t help loving each other." "Yeah, well we better thank Him right now for letting my mother keep her mouth shut." "Hmm, you do have a point there, Bridgie. Are you certain she will be able to keep it closed? At least until I am ready to. 45. I used to do a little chit-chat with Tara once in a while in those 45 minutes. She had become quite frank with me in a year’s time.But I always acted like a gentleman. The subject of our talks would be her household life or her son’s studies and so on. I always showed genuine concern regarding her financial situation and her son’s studies. She had started admiring me as a well-wisher.Coming back to the day. My wife was gone in 5 minutes. I was lying in the bed trying to get some sleep. In. As they walked along the stream, Steve stole glances at Mist and Dawn secretly, watching the smooth grace of their walk, watching their muscles ripple gracefully with each stride. He admired their beauty and the contrast of white hair with blue body as well as the soft facial features of the two women.Mark must have been watching too as he said, "Pretty aren't they?" Absolutely," Steve replied.After marching all day once again, they stopped for the evening to make camp gathered firewood then. ”“He’s checking out your ass is what he’s doing,” Kevin said, finger stabbing at the screen of his iPad.I had been reaching into the fridge to grab a bottle of the kombucha that I like, and gave my buns an arched little pop in Kevin’s direction that he didn’t even notice, his eyes glued to the screen.“Well, at least someone does.”This at least got him to look up. He gave his eyes an amused roll and went back to whatever the hell was more damned important than his wife’s nicely toned ass.“Just.