"Molly?" Do you like my cunny?" You know I do." Move me again and you can use Rosie Palmer and her five daughters for your relief!" Yes, Molly."They s...ayed. The country filled up around them. Many of the newcomers had daughters. It was a very good thing. The generations of the Williams had the same problem ... they liked them young ... most families have twenty between generations ... the Tindles had fifteen.Lieutenant J. L. Stokes of the Beagle, was the first British person to spot Darwin. She sometimes did forget her sister but usually remembered Billy.Where is Billy? Why hasn't he written? Can he be dead? She pushed that thought away, shivering.She could not recall any reports of serious fighting up around New York or Philadelphia, not since that pair of unbelievable battles in Trenton and near Princeton at Christmastime. Matthew had been in one of those. She looked again at the letter, now creased with many refoldings. He had been sick. Perhaps he died. Poor Billy. She rolled. He pushed her along just a step behind her to guide her and hold on to her. Stopping her she heard him open a door and then a few steps to a second door, opening that as well. Pushing her through it was warm in here very warm. She hadn’t realized how cold she had gotten during the ride in the truck or the walk to this place. He stopped her in the middle of the room. “Stay here, do not move. I mean it” she felt him let go of her arm and heard her walk away. Noises in another room it sounded to. A bold move I’ve practiced secretly and repeatedly in an attempt to appear graceful. From a high-backed wing hair across the suite, I feel that indolent gaze leave its mark upon my tender flesh. ‘Sleep well?’ That twelve year aged, single malt, smokey-smooth drawl I’ve grown to love leaps into my head as I nod in the affirmative, not yet ready to break the spell with mere words. A self satisfied smirk graces my lover’s full and upturned lips. I sense it more than see it through heavy-lidded.