In a few moments she urged my weight off her. She sat up and pulled her robe around her. I pulled up mp pj’s and we sat there hugging for awhile. Wh...n she got up to go, I walked her downstairs. We hugged and kissed at her doorway and I went back to my room. Saturday she went home with her sister and her husband. She got back Sunday about 8:00. I gave her a few moments to get settled and went down and knocked on her door. I had no idea that what was to follow would be such a fucking. "Yes it fucking is," said Olive. "It's a fucking war zone out there. Like your fucking Palestine or your fucking Pakistan. It's all fucking guns, knives and drug dealers and shit." You do a bit of dealing as well, you know..." A girl's got to fucking survive, don't she? But it ain't good, you know. There mightn't be fucking radiation or mushroom clouds or shit like that, but it ain't nice out there. I don't want my girl to get fucked by a perv or knifed by a gangster. And anyway what fucking. For feminine-essence women, emotional opening comes first, then energy flows. Such a woman wants to feel her man’s presence, his caring, his heart’s connecting with hers, and then she opens in the flow of sexual energy. When a woman is tense and closed, her man would be making a mistake to abruptly grab her breasts. She would feel angry, even more closed, perhaps even disgusted at his insensitive grope.On the other hand, when a man is tense and closed, his woman would be surprised at how. The rocks in each location were moved so a lookout would be hidden from the sides and he couldn't be flanked easily.Bill was lying on his stomach and watching the road south for any activity. A brown poncho was over the rocks above him so he was in the shade and sunlight couldn't glint off the binoculars. There was about a 15 mile stretch of the dirt road south that he could see from this location. He could see anything that moved on that road from here.He felt movement near him and brusquely.