Main to bas unhe hi ghure ja raha tha. Usne bhi dekh liya. Usne kuch nahi kaha. Usne bola ki tum kal mere ghar kyun nahi aa jate. Maine bola thi hai. ...al subah 10 baje aa jaunga.agle din main jab uske ghar gaya to usne darwaja khola aur mujhe andar aane ko kaha. Main andar jake baith gaya. Usne darwaja band kiya aur mere goad me aake baith gayi, main dar gaya maine kaha ki koi dekh lega. Usne kaha ki ghar par koi nahi hai. Sab bahar gaye hai. Main bhi is se kush ho gaya. Aur woh meri god mein. A few seconds afterward, he got off his chest, and headed for the cave. From it, he took a few bigger rocks to block the entrance for humans. He then went over a rocky outcrop in order to take a swim in the waters close to the route, to see if someone had such ideas of saving their life.Coming back this way, he heard screams that surprised him. After all, those were far away, and he could not have been the cause, as much as he thought highly of his muscle power.As it turned out, the grunt was. He and I have been talking for what seems like forever. We met in the usual, modern way, on the Internet. I turned him down actually, the first time that we spoke. I wasn’t looking for married men. Against my ethics. Never say never, as I have now learned. A week or two after that first, brief contact, I found his name, floating in my buddy list, but I couldn’t remember who he was. Side effect of the lifestyle, I suppose. Just to clear things up, I contacted him, to see what was the what. He. Ryan was the son of long-time family friends and their introduction had been arranged. He had been “around” a bit because of his college education and subsequent work so was fascinating and she fell in love.A virgin until the wedding night, her somewhat experienced and reasonably wise husband had gotten through the earlier conditioning about sex and showed her how to enjoy it. That was a problem now, she admitted, since he was gone so much.We didn’t touch on that subject for a while until she.