Funny to recall that I was once so naïve I didn’t realize that a girl could get pregnant having sex if the boy had already cum once. I blew Anthony...off and then I agreed to have sex with him. We came so close… so incredibly close and I remember how bad it hurt with him trying to get inside me. Then my grandfather knocked on the door and that was the end of it. I was still a virgin… thank god. I started dating Michael six months later and our relationship was magic. We went out for a year before. Oh, well, it was not intrinsically important, so I didn't worry too much about it.My immediate problems centered around whether to stay in our current location or to move on. The Olgars were basically a nomadic people, and the men, at least, tended to get kind of fractious if they were forced to stay in one place very long. I suspected that to be a spin off of their warrior culture—they needed new enemies to fight. On the other hand, I was sure that the women would be very happy to settle down. She was forced to accept that a massage therapist was basically unskilled labor for any other kind of job. There just weren’t jobs out there for unskilled labor except in the fast food industry and that didn’t pay enough to cover all of the bills. She couldn’t even leave the commune and live in her car since she didn’t even own the car that she was driving.Abby arrived at home and took a long hot shower attempting to wash the experience away. When she ran out of hot water, she climbed out of. Ten minutes later Sylvia came out, got in her car and left. Five minutes later Ann-Marie came out of the house with Sylvia's kids and walked them to the next door neighbors. Two minutes later she was back at Sylvia's - alone!After a half hour wait I was starting to wonder if I was being just a bit stupid by being there at all and I probably would have talked myself into leaving if it were not for the fact that Ann-Marie had obviously just dumped the kids. Why? To be alone. But why did she want.