He was neither young nor old, neither tall nor short; but he was a man to be reckoned with. Lean and solid, iron hard body, calloused hands, face crea...ed and burnt from long days on the range, a good shot with a rifle or pistol. Beside him was his woman; Lori, another man’s cast-off wife, once a Comanche then a Kiowa captive, that sort of told it he figured. Behind her sat his three children: Todd fourteen, Mim nine, and Becka who was four.He’d heard about Lori from a prospector out of. She seemed to ignore it and started working my quads.“Looks like you aren’t feeling completely relaxed yet?”“Anne, I cant lie, relaxing is not at the top of my list right now.”“What is at the top of your list? If you don’t mind me asking”.“I’m afraid my thoughts are wandering, if you know what I mean”Her right hand was working my upper quads now and just a hair away from heaven. She had me completely under her spell now. I was her slave. Then she reached under the towel and started stroking. ?We?ll consummate our marriage when we get home, darling.?Ida had said lovingly. ?I want to enjoy Bermuda, meet themen, and go out to the midnight buffettonight.? I?ll leave you here on thefloor to think of me!? Oh, the Humbler. Two 3 feet pieces of wood locked togetherround his cock and balls, then placed on the outside of his legs?so Zev had had to kneel on the floor all night with his backbent over. Ida had also run a rolling pin over Zev?stesticles when she?d gotten in from the buffet, to. But I understood my mother feared for the day she might be wanting, both her and me, which led her to become miserly."Tim seems to return from the past. There are tears in Abbie’s eyes, thinking about what an unhappy childhood Tim must have had. It all explains so much to her. Tim’s lack of confidence, which she is so glad he is beginning to lose. But on the plus side, this background has made Tim such a caring and kind person. She wipes the tears away as Tim continues talking.“What I am.