Wow, what had followed had been great. The feel of her next to him, under him, touching him—it had driven him crazy. He wanted it again. That was wh...n he realized Connie wasn’t in the bed. He shot upright. Oh, no. Did I just screw it all up? No, he reassured himself after a minute’s reflection, he didn’t think so. Connie was a fairly early riser, even on weekends, and probably hadn’t wanted to wake him after he’d been so exhausted. Would she talk about what happened? He was willing to bet not,. But they won’t be up against spears this time, as they have had in other colonial wars, and the poor bloody British soldier won’t know what’s hit him. It won’t be fought like the Crimea or Waterloo but by men who know every inch of the land they’re fighting over; each man a marksman and expert rider. Oh, the British will win, but thousands will die beforehand.”David rode back to the crater deep in thought. That night as David sat out on the stoop with Susan, Martin and Jill he talked about what. It was the basement really, but he'd tried to make it as comfortable as possible. It was his 'man-zone', with polished oak covering all the walls and beams across the ceiling. Furnished with plush black leather chairs and a couch, a 72" wall mounted flat-screen TV with surround sound, a dvd cabinet stocked full of all kinds of movies (including a secret compartment he'd built in with all of his private movies) a mini fridge and a top of the line pool table with all the best equipment he could. In fact, I had noticed that my capacity for cock was increasing and I wanted to discuss that with Danna. She had said she would have a determination on my concern about pregnancy and we were schedule to meet on the pretense of a routine examination from previous injuries.“Danna, first, what have you learned about the potential for my getting pregnant through our mating?”“You’re safe, Alexa. I ran some tests with your eggs and our sperm and they are conclusively not compatible. That is good.