Choosing a long stick from the wood he’d gathered, she fetched her fishing line and hooks from her saddlebag. With the tip of her knife, she dug up ... handful of night crawlers and set herself to fishing for her evening meal.The creek was chock full of fat sunfish, and before the sun went down, she had several on a stringer. There would be enough for supper tonight, plus breakfast tomorrow if the stranger didn’t gorge himself.He was a big man, muscular and strong. She might have enjoyed his. Looking out over the pool. He has his arm around me. And still he wants to know all about me. My schooling. My parents. My relationships. Where I learned to dance. The job I’ve just left. And still he won’t give anything away. Except that Rupert is not his real name. He says it with a tiny smirk and looks me dead in the eye. It’s a starry night, warm by English standards, but I’m glad of his body warmth pressed up against me. A few other people are also outside now, but I’m so wrapped up in. This was all she could take and she began to spasm around me. Just as her spasms were about to subside I moved my cock so that it was just at the entrance of her pussy. Her little pussy was still lightly convulsing. I moved ever so slowly in and out, taking the shallowest of strokes. My orgasm began to boil out of me. At the first throb of my cock I pushed into her as far as possible and rocked back and forth in the bottom of her as my cock expanded in length and girth and I pumped her full. Anyway, once Bob asked me if I minded that he said all the graces.”“Jeanette! You didn’t let him?”“You’re as bad as he was, Kathleen. I was glad to let him say grace. What he didn’t ask was whether my picture of family was one where somebody said grace at dinnertime. Because it wasn’t. But, since this was the Brennan pattern, and the Brennan pattern was what a real family looked like, I was glad. I teased him about it later, but I only teased. I never suggested that we stop. Since I wanted to.