" Right, a sleepover with two babes that make google eyes at your husband whenever they're around him." Well, he is something special Glenda, you have...to admit that." I wouldn't know, would I?" Glenda said with a smirk, but a smiley smirk.Folk were coming onto the patio for morning coffee. Jim and Charlie were dressed for work, but their wives were in their signature T-shirts, exposing themselves as they put their feet up on their chairs. Poor Martin had to keep looking away, but was constantly. There was a light, cool breeze coming off the river. When she shivered, he put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. That did it. She let out a sob that was a mixture of despair and release, laid her head on his chest, and cried until she ran out of tears. When her breath began to even out, she noticed the front of his old dress shirt was soaked. Fascinated, she gently ran a fingertip across the damp cloth. He’d come to be with her, to comfort her, and in return she’d drenched his. He was a retired Marine who lived alone and chose North Dakota to escape the hustle and bustle of the city he had been in most of his life. He longed for the country and solitude it provided but he was lonely and also wished he had someone to love and cherish but he lived a good quiet life.As he stepped up onto his porch he surveyed the clouds gathering on the horizon and reaching down to pat Duke’s head said let’s go inside boy. Upon entering his home the aroma of beef stew surrounded him as. Cindy vowed to herself she would never court or procreate as a squirrel. She thought that sexual partners should be equals. With her more advanced mind, having sex with a squirrel would be too much like raping an innocent soul.They finally came to a narrow gorge which contained a swift deep river. It was there that Cindy learned another surprise about her new species. They were omnivores, hunting in the shallows of the river for minnow-like fish. Cindy thought the new food was delicious, but a.