"There is no risk of that, under the excuse of testing him, I tried totease him yesterday"."His penis is so small that I had to use my index finger an... my thumb forthat, and even so he couldn't get hard"."Then I inserted two fingers in his anus and massaged his prostate untilhe reached an orgasm, but his testicles are so small that he produced nosemen and, to complete, I made sure to set the date of the ceremony forthe day after the girl finished her period, which was today, I checked,so, even. He sat in his tent writing a letter to his wife hoping that she had recovered from the illness that had put her in her bed with Mistress Goodpenny tending the children. In this camp he had set aside an area for the sick to be deposited awaiting return to the point of origin near the coast. At least they would have the benefit of retracing their steps over marked trails and not encountering the stress of facing the unknown.His adjutant a young lad from a farm just south of Niagara informed him. . closed the front door behind me and stood unmoving for a long count of ten. The house was eerily quiet, both audibly and emotionally.I walked stiffly past the empty living room, eyes unblinking as I searched for signs of life. ... into the dining room... ... the kitchen... ... the entire lower level, including the hot house, was empty. I headed for the staircase, and no sooner had I put a hand on the right side banister than I was hammered with a barrage of emotion. Erotic emotion. Powerfully. Despite the doubts, I kept going towards the motel. There was no way I wasn't going to meet him tonight. The age factor made no difference now. I needed what he'd been promising me all night as we danced.I turned into the motel parking lot and saw Ron get out of his car and walk to one of the rooms. I pulled alongside his car, got out and followed him into the room.As soon as the door closed Ron took me in his arms and began kissing me. My body melted against him. I'd wanted to feel him rubbing.