" She sat on a large, gray flat stone, gestured and I sat beside her. "That reminds me." What does?" I asked, our hips touching."Bed. One of your chor...s is my, what will we call it, my libido I suppose, my sexual needs." You're not married?"She nodded. "He ran off, found another woman that was not so demanding. Spooked him when I got pregnant right out of the chute, I guess. Don't know where he is. Took all the cash on hand with him, about twelve thousand." Shit," I said."Exactly. So I need a. It amused Gamelin that he wasn't offered any. He wasn't sure if that was because he was strong and Lydia seemed weak, or because the soldier had more regard for her than for him. He was a townsman, and as a signalman, it meant it was likely he was married. The conclusion that led to was that he was concerned about Lady Lydia.Lydia took a swallow and then spoke clearly -- to the signalmen. "You all swore oaths that signals stop here. This time will test that oath. If you walk away from here and. She was in tears in my arms, shaking.“Johanna,” I said softly, “I love you dearly.”“I know,” she sobbed. “You. You defended me. You could’ve been ... I thought you were...”“We’re okay.” I paused. Kissed her softly. “Aren’t we?” We were having a moment. It ended when her cellphone rang. Irish tune. Her mom.“Hello, Mom.” Pause. “No, this sort of overrides the honeymoon thing.” Pause. “Yes, he’s here with me.” Pause. She passed me her phone.“Hello, Bridgette,” I said.“Stoney, are you okay?” her. ..Across town, on Christmas dayAndrea woke, still tingling, especially around her chest. She smiled, andremembered the attention her wife Tracey had paid to her growing breastslast night.She kissed her wife softly and whispered, "I am so grateful for you, mylove. Most wives would have left a husband who was trying to become awoman."Tracey opened her eyes, and smiled into the face of her love. "I amsorry, my dear, sweet spouse" Sorry, Tracey? For what?" For ever doubting you, 'Drea. You have.