.. For..." the girl gasped, choking. She waved her hands at her mother. "For this!" Mm," the man said, pursing his lips. "Would this be your boyfriend...you were telling me about? Clyde?" He's no boyfriend of mine!" But he was fucking your mother, and now you want to kill him."A low moan of agony bubbled from Marleen's lips and she sobbed in a limp heap on the sand in a futile effort to cover her shame."Yes!" Wendy snapped at Preston, "for fucking my mother!" In that case, doesn't your mother. I helped her with her coat and wrapped her in a warm blanket with a steaming mug of coffee. I gave her a quick peck and then turned to the assembled crowd.“Now that you have taken care of your pressing morning business, we will begin a normal day. Now Suzy and I trade chores around here. Some days I cook, some days I take care of the homestead. I thought that today would be a good day for the ladies to learn about the barn chores and livestock.”“You gentlemen may think that you have gotten out. ”Ben adds, “I’ve been thinking I might want to see the Southern area of the United States.”Jennifer chirps in, “That sounds great to me.”I continue with my questions, “Do you have any plans to stay at hotels?”Jennifer smiles and answers, “Of course. Even though this is a great motorhome, the shower isn’t the best or the largest. I believe we will be stopping every third or fourth night in a hotel.”Ben adds, “Don’t forget, we will need to stop for other reasons, like buying more food and taking. Can’t we get through this? I love you, and I don’t want to lose you.”I shook my head in an exaggerated gesture to show my refusal to accept her suggestion.“No, Stacey, a mistake is getting drunk at the office party and letting a colleague put his tongue in your mouth under the mistletoe. Inventing another night class so that you can meet your lover in a motel room for two hours every Thursday is kinda deliberate and premeditated, wouldn’t you say?”She couldn’t meet my eyes again. She had no.