She was about to avert her eyes when he winked. The intensity was still there, but it was tempered with friendliness. ‘So, who’s this?’ he addre...sed Uncle Chester. ‘This is Ana, I told you about her. She’s here to help us pick.’ Ana was relieved that Uncle Chester left off the ‘little.’ ‘That’s right. You all did show up this morning to pick grapes! Isn’t it about time we get started?’ The group of men made mock groaning sounds, then started to walk around the deck, down the stairs, then back. “Let me get this straight –” Jenny started, she found her choice of words slightly on the funny side.The eldest lady cut in almost immediately. “When the book is open anything on those pages must be acted out. It’s why the book was banished from the library. You can imagine the effect that would have on a small town.”Jenny nodded. “So why –”“Because we actually like it,” said Sarah.“The men in the town never saw the funny side,” added Mary.“Why didn’t you just close the book after reading it?”. Sarah's breasts were nearly drained when Alice came over and said, "Now that looks very enjoyable. You know it is past 9 PM." Sarah then noticed that the room was nearly empty."So what's next?" asked Sarah."Well we first we need to straighten up this area then it is whatever we want to do, although a chat seems like a good idea. As to the rest of the weekend? It is usually a self-service affair. Sometimes, we have a group dinner on Saturday, but not always. When we do, everyone pitches in to. Though I have no negative merits, most avoid me like the plauge. So instead of teams or clubs, here I am. Here. In your arms. Always, this was where I had wanted to be. And now that I had it whenever I wished... nothing made me happier. You rush me inside, and we spill idle chit-chat about our days over the clean air of your immaculate kitchen. You compliment my hair, or tell me I'm beautiful. That you missed me. The pet names you are so fond of slip off your lips and I feel like I'm home..