Dunrossiter’s powerful voice stopped her in her tracks. “And go where?” he demanded.She turned to face him, astonished that he was keeping Jenny...at her tasks. “Back home, to my grandfather’s estate. I still have that, you know.”Dunrossiter smiled. “You mean you had that. If you recall, you signed that over as collateral on the loan for the Dublin properties. It is no longer your estate, my dear. You have no property anymore.”Katherine gasped as she remembered the papers she had signed for her. “Yes, he doesn’t sleep inside,” I answered.“Better him than me,” Ingles said. “I like my creature comforts, like walls and a roof.”We were all soon up and went to wash our faces and brush our teeth, not to mention a pit stop.A number of the local women came by with offerings of food for Ajaan Bua after we returned to the bunker. He gratefully accepted them, and said that he would eat there, as apparently being inside the mess hall made him uncomfortable.Sawyer had an announcement this morning. Carol absent-mindedly studied the position of her feet, ensuring they were exactly shoulder-width apart and that tips of her toes were aligned with, but not touching, the threshold between the highly polished hardwood hall floor and the deep, plush carpet of her husband's den. She'd never seen carpet so thick and luxurious, and wondered what it would feel like under her bare feet. A useless thought, she knew; this was one room in the entire house she was forbidden to enter, not even to clean. No wonder Lois talked about him in such glowing terms. Afterward, they lay in each other’s arms, the gorgeous woman’s hands were moving over the young man’s body. Bobby shuddered as Miss Ingalls’ hands slid over him, her touch feather-light, teasing, tantalizing. ‘Ohhhhhh!!! Oh, God, Miss Ingalls, that feels so good!!’ he whispered as her hands travelled his body. She touched every part of him, except for his erection which again stood rampant, pointing at the ceiling. She continued caressing.