Not long ago, Anna Marie told me she worried each time I went away that I might not come back. I have no idea why she thought that, but I could unders...and her fear. I won’t let that happen again.”“Yeah ... that would be hard on them at that age. No friends beside you and you were gone usually more than once a month,” I noted.“We did have a housekeeper who was good to them,” Marianna explained. “Signora Tambellini was very good and the girls liked her. That also kept Signora Botelli and Roberto. They took the sandwiches and a couple of drinks out by the pool. Fortunately, trees kept the area secluded from neighbours, because neither wore a stitch of clothing. The hardest part yet for Deborah was when she went to sit down. As her bottom pressed onto the seat, the plug pushed deeper up inside her arse and she gasped. John looked across at her and winked slyly.John had a swim after lunch, but Deborah preferred to sit it out, just she and her butt plug. Around 2.30pm, John suggested that. Not much trouble to speak of, except for drunk tourists. Just a typical small town. I should warn you, though. The gossip mill has already gotten cranked up over you. I know that right now, Mabel’s getting the third degree from the old-timers in the diner.”I chuckled, “Yeah, I saw a couple of turned heads when I mentioned Jake’s place.”“That would be the prospectors. I know when I get home later, the wife’s going to be bugging me for every detail. She’ll probably have some of her coffee buddies. An inviting, sensual room, like its owner, she thought. She ran her hand over the silk fabric of a pillow next to her on the sofa. Luxurious, maroon velvet covered another pillow, and the warm colors and contrasting textures looked richer in the dancing candlelight. Some of the candles floated in water with flowers, and strategically placed mirrored surfaces reflected the flickering flames, enhancing and doubling the light.Nora kicked off her shoes and enjoyed the feel of the thick carpet.