She'll come to live here soon." Buchard considered him for a moment, his jaw working back and forth on nothing at all, as it often did. "She's one of ...s. The other people here all know it. If you marry her then you’ll be one of us. No one will be able to argue. You could have a house here with the others. You could belong." He paused again. "Her name is Maren. She's not old. She has no children. And she'll need a husband."Buchard seemed to feel that was all that needed to be said. Peter groped. She had done her make up too, as well as she could, a little eye shadow and a cherry red lipstick. Her stomach was aflutter with butterflies and she was nervous. This was a big step, there was no doubt it turned her on, the throbbing between her legs was proof enough of that, but could she go through with it…Let me explain the lead up to this.The thoughts had been going round in Nicks head for a while at this point. He couldn’t remember quite when they had started but it had to have been at. She wiggled her hips as she spoke and almost lost her balance. I heard the elevator again and urged her to come on and get back in the room. Instead she seemed fascinated by her reflection in the mirrored doors of the elevator. I started walking towards her and her reflection and had just gotten my hand on her arm as the elevator opened and two middle aged men started to step out dragging their luggage behind them. "Sorry," I apologized. "She's a little drunk." "Ice?' she offered as she. I decided well there was no need in getting dressed again but just enjoy the lovely day. Rummaging through my pack I found my towel and lotion and arranged myself and began to oil my skin. Then you roused from your place of rest and came over to me. With a friendly smile you greeted me and said you were feeling lonely and would I care to join you. Without any hesitation I agreed to the offer and soon I was lying next to you and we were deep in conversation. Every now and again you would look.