He can't hurt you no more, Ruby. I've been doing most of the work anyways, and I'm sure we can make a go of it if you'll just come back home to help m.... You didn't never send me any word that you got hitched or anything, so I hope you can get on a stagecoach and come on back home to Texas.Your brother, TomMillie looked up at Minerva, who nodded. Her mouth was a tight, straight line."Ruby came to me three years ago," she said. "Her father took liberties with her, and she ran away from home. I've. "Now? Why now?" Relax." I whispered to her."What if somebody sees us?" Nobody will. We look like any other couple in the park. From the back I'm going to touch you." Okay." She said, her voice shaky with fear.Up her thighs my hand went, slowly taking in her skin under my fingertips. She wasn't mine; these legs weren't supposed to be touched, her ass forbidden, her scent secret; but here I was, lust and temptation had won out and her sweet body was the prize. I found her waiting ass crack and I. The subject of sex came up again. Turned out her ex was as much a dud in bed as mine was. But she had an advantage. She wasn't saddled with the ridiculous religious proscription against masturbation that I was. By the time the hour was up I felt very close to Laura and she to me as well. During our conversation we repeatedly touched each other in reassuring and comforting ways. I felt like we had a real woman to woman sisterhood going on. And we were fellow travelers on an exciting sexual. Your dad changed a lot when he gave up on loving me after he was sure that I would never grow to love him. He'd been pretty much a happy man up until then. Most of the time though, the great majority really, I remember my excitement, the raw power of my feelings, I was so alive, all of my senses were heightened when he was around me. I can remember specific times when we were together, as clear if it had been yesterday. I remember being so full of the joy of simply having him touch me, of him.