At night she called me she was waiting for me in her bedroom wearing a purple nighty in which she was looking like a sex goddess. She told me to sit n...ar her and started to ask me what I was doing and stupid questions while her hand was on my thighs suddenly she grabbed my penis and started stroking it “you’ve grown quite well” she said and she hugged me and kissing me on shoulder and neck and on cheeks everywhere she could I couldn’t move while I was enjoying it I was too scared her attitude. In the meantime we stay inside the cover story." I could see that Martin didn't like the inactivity. I thought that he sometimes forgot that everything we said was being recorded. I took Martin aside and whispered in his ear, "Trust me. As soon as we are alone we can talk. Right now, we have to play to the camera."He nodded but still didn't look happy. I'm sure it was more the bullshit of the TV show, than the Atwoods. I went to the bedroom to pass out. I was that tired. I had been stumbling. But you not together, not can. Learn how can be." You were singles before?" asked Meiersdottir in astonishment. "There are singles like you still here?" Yes, tell you." How long before when you were singles?" she persisted."Not know," said Joe. "Many year." But how many? What is the oldest memory of your mothers?"Another unusually long pause. Then: "One mother. Mother, her child think together. Mother have mother-child, mother-child also think together. More mother-child. That oldest memory.". " Ha-haven't you had enough already?" " Not even close." I strode towards where she is standing rooted to the spot, unsure of how to respond. I took her face in my hands and lowered my head to meet hers, my lips slightly parted, resting against hers. " No my dear," I groaned into her mouth and I kissed her, slowly and sensually, " It isn't." I gave her a wink, opened the door and walked out, closing it behind me. Her heart is pounding, relieved that I was gone and that all she had to worry.