“There are many wives to choose from, Jacques. Why this one?” he asked. “You and De Carrouges seemed to mend your broken bridges today. Why risk...reopening old wounds?”“Do you have eyes in your head?” Le Gris asked his long-time man-at-arms.“Of course, I do,” Louvel replied. “I can see she is beautiful, but you can have plenty of beautiful women without the risk that comes with this one. I sometimes think it’s the risk that excites you.”“Of course it does,” Le Gris admitted, “but there is. “Is that why you get into so many fights,” I asked.Becky smirked. “I get into fights because I like dominating twerps,” she said. “I like to make them beg at my feet. Especially boys, because boys are gwoss and stupid.”“Becky,” I said. “To be blunt I have never seen a camper with a record like yours. And I’m worried that you have some very unhealthy emotional habits that might derail your future.”Becky shrugged. “My mom has lots of money,” she said. “I’ll be fine.”“Fine isn’t good enough for. It has taken my older sister and I want to save her. Chloe had never been that nice to me. As the little brother, she found that I had too many flaws, the main one being that I was a boy. I was the one dad took to the football games and the one he went hunting and fishing with. For five years she was the baby, the only child, the attention was paid to her until I came along and made her life miserable. Thirteen years later, she was making mine miserable. I know her body laid at the funeral. As I gazed into her brown eyes she said "Let's go to your tent". We walked arm in arm down the trail to my tent. My tent was an old 8 foot by 10 foot wall tent with a queen sized air bed with flannel sheets. We took off our boots and streached out on the bed. As we cuddled and talked, she said "I want to make love to you but I want you to know that sometimes I have trouble getting wet when I first get with a new lover". Then she leans over and kisses me deeply. Our tongues entwine as our.