As I stood there listening to a conversation about the corn harvest I was suddenly jostled forward as someone wrapped her arms around my thighs. Almos... immediately I heard, "Uncle Steve!" in stereo from first Jenn and then Jerry. Next thing I heard was Jenn say, "I got here first."I turned around and pulled the young girl up into my arms and said, "You're getting too old to slam into people like that. I was hoping to use my legs for a few more years." I smiled at her as she giggled and called. Why don’t you join me later for a pint and some local cuisine? I’ll have a leftenant show you to your quarters.” He motioned for a young lieutenant to come forward and I was surprised to take note that the young officer was a woman. Though somewhat austere in appearance, with her hair pulled back in a severe knot behind her head, she had the glint in her eye that told me she was a woman of stamina and appetite and an excellent candidate to be a Mrs. Honeycutt. Sir Reginald knew me. I became somewhat of a hermit, eschewing relationships in favour of long hours in front of a succession of keyboards and software packages, grinding out the words that formed in my brain. Whenever I wrote an erotic scene, I had an image of her in my mind. When I wrote dialogue between two lovers, I thought of the discussions we used to have, and the way the two main characters in 'The Princess of Fire' had interacted. Regardless of how much I tried to put her behind me even time did little more. She was a medium height maid on the darker side and with a lean figure. She had perky small but tight breasts and a small tight ass. Soon as days past even i got friendly with the maid and sometimes in the pretext of holding onto my son i would intentionally touch her hand and sometimes her back. She would not say anything. Soon as time passed i got even bolder and sometimes held her arm or patted her back, she still would not say or do anything, just smiled. Then i started noticing that.