Gently, he adjusts his penis through his pants. Its beginning to swell, not hard, but full all the same, and he adjusts it so quickly its almost imper...eptible. But her eyes, for just that moment, alight on it. He turns and faces her, hands out stretched, smiling. He apologizes for still feeling a little drunk. He sits on the edge of the bed. She stands, as if they are both preparing to sleep in their separate rooms.He is sitting in front of her on the edge of the bed. Her hair is loose,. Oh, they never used obscene language, that would beungodly, but the way they used language to speak of those they hatedmade it fouler than if they had. They believed in so many things, but itseemed the thing that they believed in the most was making sure that helearned his lessons with enough pain to make him remember them.He learned those lessons. He learned them very well. But if they knewwhat lesson that he had really learned from them they would have reachedfor something much more solid. Not that he ever really went anywhere else than Carterhaugh anymore. But then, why would he, if there was no better place?He was reflecting on the moon when he noticed that Lady Astrid had retrieved most of her clothes (she was still missing one glove, her hat, and a layer of bloomers) and was heading back toward the road. He (still naked) caught up with her, sliding his arms around her waist and kissing her ear. "Off so soon, my turtledove?" he said."Get off me," she said, pushing him."Excuse. It was an impressionistic view of a small fishboat, lying on its side at low tide. It came framed and I was trying to decide where I would hang it. Astrid thought it was interesting and different. I was pleased with her approval. I wanted her to approve of the things I did, and in general of me. That had become very important to me.I put the print into my car and we resumed strolling hand-in-hand through the small town, stopping to look in various shops. Astrid mentioned she was looking for a.