Of course, it was Gretchen. "Hi, Poppa! It's good to see you!"I came down and she released Jack and came to me. "Mom! I feel good this morning! Mack i... so delicious to have wake up next to me!" She grinned. "For him, I am such a slut!"I was a little surprised to hear her say that. She said, "I love him and know he loves me, too. Making love to him is every bit as good as I had ever hoped loving would be! He makes me feel so alive!"I grinned. "A hard man is good to find!"Now you know why I sleep. Throughout the incredible experience I kept looking across at my husband, sometimes seeking reassurance all was still okay, at other times in desperation at the helpless position I had found myself in.The look of awe and disbelief on my husband’s face throughout the entire evening told me all I needed to know; his fantasy was indeed coming true.But most of the time I was simply too wrapped up in my own pleasure or pain to remember he was even there as, beginning in the missionary position in. I changed into my armour and crawled out of my tent.Tomas was up, adding wood to the fire so he could start breakfast; I settled down beside him, and he smiled sadly at me."You alright?" No, but I will be. Eventually." Of that, I never had any doubt."I grinned, and helped put the porridge on the fire. The smoke was rather thick, as all the wood was damp; I guessed it had rained at some point in the night while I fitfully slept."Did you get some sleep, Tomas?" I did. Alistair was on first watch.. I rang it again. Still no answer.Then a vibration from my pocket. An email coming through on my cellphone. I opened it up and read it.“Come to the back door. Take off your shoes and come inside, and walk straight ahead about ten feet. Then stop and wait.”In a split second, all sorts of scenarios came to mind, involving axe murderers, hockey masks, chainsaws…and one unexpected image. Briny oysters. Thankfully just a brief image.I walked around to the back and opened the door. I stepped inside.