Darlene gave me a warm hug and a glass of ice-cold water and sat with me. I don't know which I appreciated more; her company, the hug, or the beverage... I guzzled the water down in one long gulp. Public speaking is lonely and thirsty work.The sisters stopped by in ones and twos to exchange small talk with Sheila before retiring for the evening. That was the cover story, at least. I noticed after the third such “visit” that most of the women seemed to spend more time sneaking glances at my naked. He looked at me all hot and sweaty, my hard nipples poking through my soaked tight t shirt, smiling at him.Uh okay I have never had a massage he replied.We went in to the rumpus room we he set up the massage table under my instructions. I found my little box of tricks , my oils , and turned the air con on to keep the room warm.I told him to strip put the towel over his bum once he was face down on the bed. I would be back in five minutes. He stripped off his clothes dumping them in a pile ,. The people of the tribe heard my words and when I was done, they chose. They chose life over the alternative. I was grateful for that as too many had died already and I didn’t want to witness more deaths, if I could possibly help it.That night I sat in my normal spot at the communal hearth, with my people. I didn’t speak to them, but I did listen. They were talking about going home and seeing their families, and about returning to the settlement to start preparing for the next winter. I smiled. She turned her head to the side as he gently kissed her neck. "You were bad tonight," she said as little goose bumps were raised from Chris's tickling tongue."Me?" Chris chuckled, "You were the one that drank my juice in front of all those stuffed shirts." Yes, but who put it there in the first place?" Guilty," Chris said as his lips moved up her neck to her ear. "God watching you with that glass at your lips drinking my sperm turned me on so much," he sighed, pushing his groin into Janet's.