Since Peter's arrival Mom and I had had practically no time to ourselves and the almost daily sexual adventures were getting pretty tiring. I was ther...fore quite a relief when Peter phoned to say he would be away one further day on the major development site he was surveying. Great!, we thought, lets just chill out for a whole day!At dinner that evening, Susan kept looking at both Mom and me and smiling in a naughty childlike way. Like she knew a secret that our other guest, Mr Jackson, didn't. I sat beside her, reading a book. Occasionally glancing at where her dress rose up just far enough to permit a glimpse of soft inner thigh. "What are you reading?" I turned the book cover so she could see. "Read me some of it." I cleared my throat. I don't know why. Just a subconscious tic I guess. Or maybe it's because I knew what I was about to read. I began reading. "Such are the days that shall be! but What are the deeds of today, In the days of the years we dwell in, That wear our. And you panicked. And did something self-destructive--Eduardo--and waited for Warren to bail you out again. Even when he gave you a golden opportunity to help yourself, at the ice rink, you panicked even worse--and then went and did something more self-destructive, which finally got Warren's attention. Your relationship hums merrily along as long as things are OK. When you hit a rough spot, Sophia, you panic. When you panic you do something self-destructive. Now, this behavior predates Warren.. I never actually admitted that my butcher bought the venison farm raised. The hunters just thought it was locally killed in the woods around here. They never could figure out why "my" venison, served for meals, tasted better than the animals they harvested once they were back home. A lot of them pestered my cook for his secret recipe. He'd just smile and shake his head.In summer, we got the families. They hiked, fished, boated, swam (for short times, the water was cold) and saw the sights in.