”“Don’t say a thing about my mother!” Eimhear dared a peek inside: The cottage was small, dark, cozy, lit by a roaring orange fire. Finnian st...od on tiptoe to be the same height as Marshal. Marshal was big enough to swat the other man to the floor with ease. She wondered if they were going to start fighting despite the mismatch, but suddenly Finnian backed down.“All right, all right, let‘s be reasonable,” he said. “So you’re for Eimhear too? Well we’re hardly the only ones. But if you really. They bonded like twins will. When I got home from work every night until they were in first grade, I would hold them or sit them on my lap and read something to them. Sometimes it was the sports page from the paper or the editorials page or a book. They learned to read quickly and were always near the the tops of their classes.The summer after graduation, was a time that the three of us spent a lot of time together. I knew they were going far away to school. The architecture school at. Everybody got a fresh beer and off we went; I stopped by my horse to pick up the saddle bag with my dynamite, caps, and fuse. We moved off a little way down the street and came to a public well in a little open space. It was even shaded by a tree! I was sure that the living tree meant that there was still water available.I looked down the well, and, yes, I could see a trace of water in the bottom. I thought, "What the Hell, these are nice folks. Maybe I can help them out." I got a stick of. I began fantasizing, recalling a past instance when my ex boyfriend and I had been stranded on the verandah of a deserted house - it had rained that time as well, and we had held hands. I was going down memory lane now.Gradually we had gotten closer and started kissing, feeling each other's contours and rubbing our bodies against each other. There is something about darkness, rain and being almost isolated that sets in an erotic mood.We had groped inside each others clothes, getting more heated.