Her name was P (have to be discreet about it) we spoke for about an hour about each other and our families…she was scared to meet me she said becaus... being the priest’s wife people recognized her around town. So it went on for a few weeks on the phone only. Finally they purchased another house in the neighborhood and moved there. This was a lucky move for both of us. We finally met when her husband was away to his home town at her place. Went into her place around 10.30 in the morning, she was. She did not look happy about it, but said she understood and would wait until I felt better and more confident. Right then I was almost sure I never would.Two weeks later, after living a celibate life, and, with Susan's help, learning a fair amount about Cornwallis's small but busy army and wanting to learn more, I visited Felicity Snyder's home again, by way of the back door, and had supper with the lovely woman and her bright-eyed children. Later, in her bed, I tried to tell her my idea."Not. Suddenly a small sparrow flew towards her, its flight limping as something was wrong with its wing... meeping piteously it flew straight at her and she opened her arms to catch it, cooing sympathy at its awkward flight. In her hands it meeped in pain, its wing at a strange angle and she forgot her own downcast feelings as she was faced with a creature in need of help. Whispering softly to the injured bird she lifted it to her lips for a healing kiss.Instead of a feathery head under her lips,. She gave him a good slap across the face and toldhim to fucking straighten up and he better fuckingdrink her drink. This shut him up!She gave him a large glass of orange juice, laced withVodka and Southern Comfort. She told him to drink itand quit being an ass hole. She said Saturday was ourday to drink and relax and not to even think of fuckingit up.The little shit was actually pleasant and both were alittle drunk when she took him to our bedroom. Me, Iwas getting a fucking hard on. Nice guy,.