The latest plan was to find those who could stand the long intervals of physical inactivity, yet remain alert to keep watch over their territories. Th...se people would be assigned, one pair to a specific territory, to maintain order. They could call in additional help as necessary, but the bonded couple would have the overall responsibility of keeping order and maintaining the potential of a joyful life for everybody. There would be no effort to insure a joyful life, just maintain the potential.. Needless to say, they got soaked. I moaned out loud when I came, as loud as I dared. Jitu’s room was next to mine, and I found myself half hoping that he could hear me through the wall. The next morning, after making my bed, I took a deep breath and made my decision. I left the red thong (still damp and reeking of my sex) sitting on the top sheet of my bed. I got a piece of paper and a pencil and left a note next to them: Jitu-I KNOW WHAT YOU’VE BEEN DOING-AAll day at school I thought and. It certainly won’t be the last one, but it is the last one I actually have planned. The readers of the St. Clair series have been very supportive and very, very patient. The first story in this series was originally intended to go in Romance, but since the two leads in the couple happen to be female, it ended up dropped into Lesbian; I learned to keep the series together in the same category the hard way. There is no graphic sex in this storyline, it just doesn’t suit the occasionally heavy. “Will you tell us that what’s growing in your Tess is your own handiwork, eh?”Tess Shaughnessy gave a horrified look at her new husband and broke down in tears. She had begun to show and had been sacked earlier in the day. She had been shown off the estate and had run to Rory’s shop in tears, desperately afraid that her final hope of salvation would throw her out. Much to the young man’s credit, he had taken her in, and then had sent for the village priest. The hurried ceremony would neither.