We avoided social events and parties. We kept ourselves distant from our friends. We held hands and cuddled a lot. I was still traumatized by what had...happened. Carol was very loving and contrite. We made love nearly every day. Mostly it was tender loving sex, enjoying each other's bodies and how well we fit together. I'd slowly stroke into her cunt and murmur words of love and lust. Carol would hold my face in her hands and lock her legs behind my back. When we came it was a sweet release full. "We were traveling from Bangkok to Korat, but hadn't encountered your daughter or her party until three days ago," was how Chanthra began her explanation."We had stopped at a hotel in Muak Lek for the night but made a late start leaving because we needed to have some of the horses' shoes replaced."It was mid-afternoon when we heard the shots and my Guardian, Mike, quickly rode ahead to see what was happening and if he could help. On seeing the bandits attacking your daughter's coach and her. The surrounding farm land is some of the most fertile in the world. The view of our seed corn growing, especially in the soft light just before sunset, is hauntingly beautiful.Somehow the time never seemed right for either of my girls to get pregnant, so we never had children.One of the things left behind when Amana stopped being a communal living group was that the dormitories and kitchens were left vacant. Following my pattern, I bought up that property. I thought I’d demolish the structures. “Okay?”“Uhuh,” I nodded.“You passed out.”“Uhuh.”“Has that happened before?”“Uh-uh. It was nice.”I knew I had a bit of a daft smile on my face, this changed to a grin when I felt my pillow swell by a couple of inches. I reached up and patted Tommy’s chest and then snuggled in a bit more, feeling his arm pulling tighter around me. We were home, we were safe physically, and more importantly, we were safe emotionally. It wasn’t the orgasm that told me we were safe as a couple it was how he was.