He introduced himself as Bert. He seemed like a nice guy, just not very interested in me, so I thought. Bert was a big guy, and maybe he was just shy,...or something. I said, “Good morning!” And proceeded to separate my clothes. As I finished loading the last load into the washer, Bert tapped me on the shoulder. When I turned around, he was standing there, holding a pair of my black lace panties to his face. I looked down at his crotch. I noticed his manhood trying to bust its way out of his. "Gosh, whatever it is, I'm sorry!" I said. I got a box of tissues from the next room, and when I came back and put the box within reach of her I sat on the sofa. We have to be careful with touch in this day and age, so I sat a safe foot away but did put my hand on her shoulder blade -- not necessarily so safe, but I personally can't just stifle my reaction of compassion because someone might conceivably take it the wrong way.Just at that moment she said, "It's OK, I like your hand there". That. Sarah and I strung a rope corral for the animals and made sure they had sufficient water and some feed; I expected them to eat mostly grass.We were just finishing as Mary called to us to wash up because supper was ready. This was quite a meal: they had fixed a small pork roast with potatoes and some greens that I did not recognize. We had hot tea and coffee to drink and biscuits to go with the gravy. We actually had a small apple cobbler for desert. Man, I was going to get fat if we ate like. “Now, who’s the blind one?” She received nothing but stony silence. Well, what could Sanna say? Once again she cursed her name, for Solace was definitely not in a comforting mood at this moment. Rosanna was saying something. What? “I’m going to send the movers to get the rest of my stuff. I’ve already packed. I’m not taking much. You can have…” Solace did not give her the chance to finish as she interrupted. “I don’t want one freaking possession of yours if you can just walk the hell out on me.