“Good to go? That’s it?” George looked at me as I stood there with my laptop in my hand. “Is there anything else?” he asked. I was so disa...pointed. “No,” I said. I thanked George for fixing my computer issues. I started to walk away, when George whispered, “You should avoid that Lusty Story page. There are some real characters on that web site.” I stopped and spun around. “It’s all in fun,” I replied. “No one on that site ever meets up.” George smiled. “Maybe not,” he replied, “But there. " They went into the house. I gave them the pocket pistol I had taken from the bushwhacker.It was late afternoon when I got home. The small pond in the valley was a runoff pond and since it wasn't spring fed, it was warmer than the other ponds. I went for swim and then over to the trout stream to fish. The women tended the gardens. We ate and I turned in early, but couldn't sleep. I couldn't get Spring off my mind. Four of the women entered in whoring after they were sold and two weren't fit. A crowd in the back, past the pool tables, seemed promising. Three or four prospects were there, and with an odd number of guys and gals someone would be an easy mark. She moved to the outside of the tight cluster around a table and looked for a good way in. Her focus was off, though, because of her hunger and the delicious meals served in front of her. She nearly lost it and grabbed someone. She took a deep breath, steadying herself.They're all people here! They have lives! Goals! Aspirations!. He sat down at the edge of a small sheltered pond, beneath a large old oak tree to eat his meager lunch and perhaps catch a brief nap. Surprisingly, sleep came easily this time.Not at all sure what had awakened him, Merlin moved to sit upright. Though he knew that some time had passed while he was sleeping, he felt more rested than he had in months. The quality of the daylight seemed, if anything, brighter than before. The vibrant colors that he had ignored before now roiled though his senses.