"I thought about trying a few other spots, particularly where the lake feeds into a stream heading south. However, whenever I do, my mind turns back t... the valley. I know it's probably our 'benefactors' playing games again. They've got their agenda and they're sticking to it. They want me to explore towards the west so that's where I'm going. Not because I really want to, but because they want me looking there. Does it make sense?"It did.The drive proved uneventful, which was what I had. The music dies.Amidst the chains and baubles, a wedding band encircles the third finger ofthe left hand.He is mine. Mine by right of capture, by right of protecting, of pleasuringthe tender heart beneath his raven hair.Fingers reach out, twist perfumed locks between them, lift the beseechinghead."Come, my darling birl, come taste the sweetness of my pleasure. Come,pleasure me, my sweetness, and I will give you children." Oh, my darling Beth, will you? To have your birl, to give you a. It seemed to be a sort of banging noise with grunts or something. I was certainly curious about it as I headed down the hallway to the master bedroom. The closer I got to the room, the louder the noise got then I could pick out my wife's voice above the rest of the noise. Just a few steps away from the door, it finally hit me. The sounds I was hearing were the sounds of sex. Two people going at it hard and heavy on a bed. At first I thought my wife was being attacked until I clearly heard her. ”She didn’t know what else to say. She could barely understand her own feelings, the flutter of excitement she felt at knowing what the lad was doing, when she was easily old enough to be his mother. In fact Johnny was barely legal, having only turned sixteen a few months back. There’d been a party. Quite a noisy one, she remembered.“Aren’t you going to…?” Rod enquired.The only thing stranger than her own reaction was Rod’s, that her husband also seemed to get a kick out of it, that he, in some.