Over the course of the evening, Abraham saw Monique glancing over at him from time to time until she laid her sewing down and said to him, "You are go...ng to leave soon, yes?" Thinking about it," he answered. "War's not over yet, and I need to be getting back to do my share." I know," she said. "I could see it in your eyes." She paused for a moment, a thoughtful look on her face, then said, "Tell me something, Abraham Lincoln Tucker. Where is your family?" Back in Georgia," he said.. But yes, you're welcome toany of my old clothes you want, dear. I'll be away for a couple of days,maybe a week, but after that you can come over and pick out what youlike."I was hoping that she would offer to bring her clothes over to ourhouse, but Sarah's encouraging expression left little doubt as to whatmy reaction should be."That sounds great," I chirped, "thanks mummy." You're welcome," she said. "Anything else?"I took one last look at Sarah, who resumed symbolically patting the backof her. I paused a little after this, or otherwise I should have gone off myself. Stooping over the glorious bottom, I replaced her hand with my own, and began frigging her clitoris, till her passions, again excited, made her begin ecstatic movements, in which I joined until the grand crisis seized us both together, ushered in with cries of joy. We spent, and sank down sideways on the floor in quite a death swoon of ecstatic and satisfied lust. Here we lay quite exhausted for some time. At last aunt. I love my brother, I really do, but, my love, I’m IN love with you. Only you. Sally is not my world. I think though, that she needs to be in it. I can’t explain it yet. It just is. Please trust me. You own me, Francie, and that is not going to change. I am your wife, for all intents and purposes, for eternity. More like your thrall. I know we use bad words for and about me, but I feel like a part of you, not a dirty little street whore, when you play with me. Francie, mistress, your slut feels.