" No, I'm sorry for asking, that's a private issue." I will feel better if I tell someone about it," she said. "Lately your uncle has become a total w...rkaholic, he is hardly at home, rarely finds time to spend with me and has neglected my sexual needs." "Do you suspect he is cheating on you perhaps?" "No, Greg isn't that type of man. I would know of something like that and besides his age is catching up to him, in the past our sex was nothing special but we at least had sex more often." I was. He wants to play these games, let him learn the fucking price for them.”“O ... kay,” I made a mental note that she had the classic ginger temper, to put it mildly.The next thing that I knew, while I tried to process hidden clues as to what Heather meant by her last words, my pants were down at my ankles and her lips were wrapped around my cock. Nor was she a slouch. Heather gave me a blowjob, still wearing her wedding band, I might add, that could melt lead easily. It felt like a fucking sauna. "We could tie him up and put him in the barn," suggested Seth, trying not to think about his mother and hoping to remember what they did with prisoners in the Walter Scott books. "Or we could drag him back down into the woods and leave him there." Drag who into what woods?" demanded Caroline French as she rounded the corner of the barn and almost stepped on the soldier's hand. "Gah!" she said, and she jumped back as if she had seen a copperhead snake. "Who is that, and what happened to him? An'. I might rearrange some of these marriage plans, but we’ll see. Just know that we’re all bound together in a way that can never be broken. We’ve all shared the same recent experiences that have strengthened our love for each other and our commitment to our mutual vision. I believe that it’s safe to say that none of us would ever betray the family, would we? If I am to teach and preach, let me teach and preach truth, not lies. Let me guide people toward reality, not myth. Let me help heal, not.