"I wanted to ask what he meant by the length of the deal, but I remembered his injunction about interrupting. Then he told me."You said you'd give you... life... I'm not asking for that," he said. "I want... let's see - in eight years, your younger brother will have finished college. Your sister will be two years out of school and probably married. They'll be in position to take care of your mother. So let's say this deal is for eight years."That means you'll still be a young man - 26 years old -. Finally, the generators were switched on, and the field built up, concealing the entire location. Pru looked on with interest."Maeve, this is new to me. Do we use this kind of thing often?" Not too often, Pru. We don't often need to. But, it's in the arsenal, and it can be very helpful. It's just about the best camouflage possible, since the field picks up the appearance of the land it's placed on. Keeping a low profile's important around here where there aren't many hills."Pru thought for a. The distance my hand has to travel from hip to her stomach is miniscule, but actually travelling changes everything between us. Her shirt is pushed up easily and I have a second to feel the muscles in her stomach, a body as hard as life seems to be as of late and a second to wonder if I have made a mistake before I feel her lips touching the skin on my neck.Not a word is needed, a deal proposed in touches and signed in shivers, goosebumps and the closing of what little distance we had still. She smiled cheekily at the camera. 'Tom, are you alone in your room?' 'Yeah, why?' he asked, a small smile forming on his lips.'Hold on a second, I've got a little treat for you...' She stood, winked at him and slipped away off camera. She slipped the robe off her shoulders and placed the tiny hat on her head, checking herself one last time in the mirror. She felt a little nervous, but also excited. She knew she looked good.'Okay,' she called out off-camera. 'Are you ready?''Yeah.' Tom leaned.