With this last change, though, he was encountering realities that were much stranger and he was alone this time. Katie was along for the ride, but she...was blinder than him on this new path. If the changes were to continue, Hunter wanted a process to help him deal with the surprises. His training had included establishing patterns and routines. It was a practice that grounded him as an operative. When patterns were broken and routines upended, their disruption was a warning to be cautious.. All he wanted was to go to sleep and hopefully shake off the effects the next morning. As Michael walked past Karen's room he glimpsed at her exposed back as she adjusted the straps on her chemise. Michael's eyes wandered down to her exposed thighs and legs. His eyes widened as he saw Karen's bottom for a brief second as the thin material of the nightgown exposed her firm cheeks.A sudden red flush washed over Michael's chest and he sighed, supporting his body against the wall with his arm as he. A washerwoman for the fishermen, but that did not make enough to feed four children. And my father was lost at sea, long before I was old enough to ever remember him. So she did what she needed to do, bless her soul. But of course the townsfolk did not see it that way, and they did not have much welcome for anyone in her family. I very much returned the favour, I have to admit. A street smart urchin from the time I was in pants, that was me. Always getting in trouble and nearly always slipping. She wasn't horny at the moment but who knew what the morning would bring? She was prepared for action but the conservative robe would keep all options available. Maybe the day would be a quiet one. Relaxation following last night's orgy. Yeah, it qualified for orgy status Surely it did. What would be everyone's reaction? It should be interesting.Jan bounced over a little after 10:30. "My goodness you look radiant this morning," said Sandy."You're pretty bushy-tailed, yourself. But why the old.