A happiness filled her as thoughts strayed from work to her lover most of the day.I forwarded to her the last chapter of my story that was rewritten t... incorporate my desires for her. Based on Sara's reply, I was accurately describing something we both would enjoy a great deal. I found it hard to think of not enjoying anything I would do with Sara. Sara admitted having orgasms while reading my writings, which was a thrill to me. A longing had been created in both of us that would have to be. The cave had not been empty then. He had been there. He had been living there and it almost looked as if he had been waiting for her. Johan, I still miss you. He never told her how he came to be living there, only that he had needed a hideout after deserting his unit. He had been sick of being a mercenary. At first it had been exiting, leaving his own corner of the world, seeing other cities, other countries even. After a few years he had been less eager and with every new contract he had felt. I'm sure she knew I could get along without it, but allowed me to continue while putting her on the bottle. Go figure.My father was constantly on the road, and would be gone for a few weeks at a time. So, I would go into her room at night and before my bedtime to ask for some milk. She never wore anything to bed but a long negligee which you could see through easily. On those occasions, she would let me get into bed with her and when she opened up the negligee to bare her breasts, the rest of. .. or whatever?” asked Bobby.“I baled it last week, and we have to load it on the wagon and then unload it in the barn.” said John.Have you ever heard the joke about the Lone Ranger and Tonto, when they were surrounded by hostile Indians and the Lone Ranger says “Tonto, what are we going to do?” and Tonto says, “Who’s this ‘we’ Kemosabe?”Well, when Uncle John said ‘we’ were going to put up some hay, what he actually meant was that he was going to drive the tractor, while Bobby humped the bales.