Cracked it good, and hampered what I could do from then on. My shot missed because the person had done the same – dodged to the right, behind a tree... I got a quick look and in silhouette it looked like a woman." Why do you think it was it a woman?" It had a woman's shape. Wider in the hips, narrower waist and shoulders. She was slight of build, about 5'7" to 5'10" I'd guess."She took another shot from behind the tree and hit the dirt about a foot in front of my face. I could see only a sliver. So you're not alone."I don't seem to have control of my senses. Mouth flaps open and closed. Mind scrambles to make sense of everything. The only thing that brings clarity is when Saffie removes her hand from mine, scooches down in the seat and wiggles her body side-to-side, drawing her charcoal skirt up to reveal inch after inch of creamy thigh.My chest tightens and I hold my breath as her panties slither into view. Robin egg blue cotton. Her eyes find mine but I can't hold her gaze and drop. I couldn't hope for much in the way of fruit from our large orchards until our third summer. I wanted my estate to be as self-sufficient as possible so we pretty much needed to be able to manufacture most of the things we would need as well as being able to grow most of our food.Lukas die Graef, or "that rich Dutchman", was gaining quite a reputation for being eccentric; but I was also gaining some respect as tales of our rapid progress were carried by the merchant's deliverymen back to. Tried something we hadn't done before." You didn't have sex with him, did you?" No. Definitely not. It wasn't anything that big. But we were more or less, interrupted." Simone, you know I felt more cool about this thing with you and Kevin after we talked the other day. But if the truth is that it's getting in the way of your feelings for your husband, then you're..." It's not like that at all," Simone interrupted."Well then what is it like? It seems like you're telling me that your husband.