Heather’s eyes widened at this. Shaking her head, she said, “No.”“That’s because I don’t talk. Oh, I mean, lots of the guys know we’re s...eing each other, and I suppose they might know we’re, well, you know, but I don’t tell them what we do.” He held her against him protectively, wrapping his arms around her and stroking the smooth skin of her back. “I love you. I wouldn’t talk about you.”Heather relaxed, though she stiffened at his next question. “I mean, do you talk about us?” She didn’t. Mary had brought some yummy wine coolers, and, well, I suppose I had a couple more than I should have had. So, I felt so giggly that, when Martin, you remember, he works in maintenance, asked me to take a walk with him, well, I figured that a walk would help me sober up some. He figured that I was loose enough for some playtime, in your absence. He started to kiss me, and rub up against me, and I responded for a while, before I figured out that he wasn’t you, and that I was in no condition to. Carmel then went and got her own candle. I was dreading what was to come, but couldn’t stop it. Carmel then went around to the other side and lowered her candle also. ?Not too low,? cautioned Christie, ?you don’t want to burn him, just make it sting a bit?The candle rose up a bit and moments later another jolt hit my backside. Again I jerked against my scarves and muffled unintelligible grunts. The girls were really enjoying themselves now and they took turns making me jump to their whim. . Then George asked me to go outside for some air. I was going to tell my husband that I’d be right back but he was so engrossed in talking that he hadn’t even noticed me dancing never mind notice me going outside with a tall black African. The store, the church and the hotel were the only solid wooden structures there. The only other buildings were grass huts. That is except for a small wooden barn that we found when he took me around to the back of the hotel. He was kissing me and I.