Father," Megan replied, sweetly. Sir Henry took his place on the driver's box. James sat beside his father as the elder man whipped up the horses a...d drove briskly down the narrow High Street. The local tradespeople gawked at them, the men touching their caps as Sir Henry rushed past. Megan and Rose, invisible to the townspeople, peeked out, noting the new gothic-style church on the high street of Marlow and the low sun gleaming on the Thames as they crossed the famous iron suspension. It was probably mean of me, but I gave her the last order, so she didn’t ride after me. I knew they would end up between many hours up to a day behind us. They would most likely have to camp. It took a good day for a wagon to get to Metalton from here. It was already after lunch time, and they had graves to dig.Jay yelled to his soldiers to stay and protect the women and bury the dead. I headed to the coach first and removed several items that I was able to get into my satchel. I wished I had. It was great. I came twice. I haven’t had such energic sex since…well, you know. Sorry, for you though, Love.” Seeing my sad face, she added “But I have good news! My visit to my mom has gotten pushed back a day, so we can be together tonight.” She smiled and looked at me judging my response. “You. Me. Cocktails? No men, just us?”Finally, I cracked and smiled. “I’d love to spend the evening with you, my Black Bush.” She eagerly kissed my cheek and we started making plans.We decided to try a. Not that she was a prude by any means. She’d have lunch with girlfriends and they would confide about using toys with or without their respective partners. She wasn’t shocked, but she herself never felt the need to explore her sexuality using vibrators or dildos. This was embarrassing. She took the box in her hand. Lifting the lid she saw the small egg shaped vibrator. Now what she wondered? Was this just a big mistake? She felt like leaving; feeling safe again in her own everyday world. These.