Amy couldn’t formulate a reply before Marc continued by saying that his wife had been the first and only woman that he had ever made love to. As the...meaning of what Marc was telling her sank in Amy was once again left searching for the right thing to say. As words continued to fail her she just reached for his lips with hers, she let the passion of her kiss respond for her. Eventually Marc suggested they head below for the night telling her that while it was lovely sitting here in the moonlight. But formal jobs have always been hard to come by. Our country's economy has always been small and very poor.Until recently. Foreigners have come to our little corner of the world in search of the perfect holiday destination. The little fishing village I was raised in was bulldozed to make way for a luxurious resort for westerners. Me and most of the others did the work; destroying our own town and building a resort we'd never be able to afford to visit.Now my community has been scattered. My. “Despite that, even knowing I should ... I can’t walk away from you. You mean too much to me.” He swallowed. “So if you don’t ... if you ... well.” He cleared his throat. “Now is the time you should tell me, if you don’t want this. Because otherwise I want ... I would like...”It was her turn to stop him, putting a slender finger over his lips with a smile. “I’m not going anywhere. We both have complicated pasts. I don’t care – and I can take care of myself.”He nodded, his palms slick with. Dave was left with Sarah in his arms, and Carol by his side. All was right in the world for them. Dave carried Sarah up and placed her in her crib, which had, from necessity, replaced the bassinet. Sarah was 8 months old and was crawling, and trying to pull herself up on furniture. She had plainly said "Da Da." a few days earlier. Dave had bought some tiny knee pads for her so she wouldn't scuff her knees on the floors, and c***d-proofed everything she could possibly reach. Dave had wanted to.