Dad invited her and her husband as possible investors, so I’d never met her. Her husband ... they were obviously beards. He was on the fey side of g...ntlemanly. Focused on Charlie, which is always a tell. She focused on Charlie’s sister, Essie...”“Your dad’s wife,”“Yep. Until she turned her focus on me, catching my stare. And smiled rather sinisterly. And beckoned me to her. It was really quite hot. When we exchanged names, I let her know I lived there. In the townhouse where the party was. She. She says I can stay in the barn. That’s where your room is now ... isn’t it?”He pushed her back, and his eyes narrowed. He looked around before speaking.“Are you on the pill yet?”“No,” she said, her voice tiny.“You’d better be if you’re planning on staying in the barn,” he said.She smiled.“Okay!”It was in the morning, a week later, when a full sized Chevy van pulled into the yard at the farm. Five people got out, and removed suitcases from the back.Mirriam and the twins were there, waiting.. I suppose not," I conceded. " I mean, I wouldn't want anyone to know," she said, "if we wanted to do something like that, even if just for fun." I grinned. She grinned back modestly. I laughed. "You mean, if just wanted to practice?" "Something like," she replied demurely. "It would at least be one way of seeing what type of reaction I might get." "I suppose we could give it a try. No one would know," I agreed. We were both still grinning. The whole thing was so silly. "I'm game if you are,". As the glass of wine is poured she gets back to her book, enjoying how good it feels to be off in the middle of the afternoon. After drinking a few glasses and getting really into the book she hadn’t realized her lover came home early as well. Without her complete knowledge he slipped in, took off his coat and was watching her in the kitchen as she read. He stood in the doorway behind her, studying how she looked in her tank top w/no bra, her mini boxers, her hair pulled up, the look on her.