Knowing I was uncomfortable with answering her question she told me her mother has told her multiple times how much she wanted to fuck me. I was shock...d because I never thought she ever looked at me that way and also the fact that she was married was a bit confusing. Mia then told me her dad cheated on her before and she had forgiven him. Though it doesnt mean she was not going to get him back. I smiled and asked her what am I supposed to be a revenge fuck? Mia giggled and said no you would be. “We’ve got a much better idea than that,” continued Ruth.“Could it be with the girl who just left?” I said. “And stop doing that, this is a public place.”“With him?” laughed Ruth. “Not your sort of thing at all.”“Him?”“Yes, not a girl really.”“Oh. I see what Sandy meant.”Louise looked thoughtful. “It’s an idea though.”They both laughed.“Where are the children by the way?”“Rosina’s looking after them. That’s what we wanted to talk to you about.”“Oh no. I’ve gotta go.”And suiting action to words. I offered to fix a street vendor's tool for dipping fried fish out of hot oil for a few meals, a deal that he gratefully accepted. The next day word had spread. I bargained for a new hand cart and my weight in clean salt to fix the rutted way down to the docks. The long stone piers were rutted as well so I fixed them too. Then I decorated the ancient stone pollards with carvings of flowers that I had seen on the farm. I recieved four talents in bronze for repairing the piers. ( A talent weighs. ‘Who are you and what do you want?’ asked Tim ‘Silence gringo, you Yanqui pig!’ The man speaking was obviously the leader of this band of about half dozen formidable looking men. He was tall and broad and clean shaven, a livid scar adorning his left cheek. He looked like a South American Indian. His hair and eyes were both coal black. The men surrounding him appeared to be powerfully built and of various races. Each one handled their weapons in a way that showed that they knew what they were.