Julia was standing by the door with a concerned look on her face. “Are you OK? I’ve been calling you for about five minutes?” She looked closer,...“What’s that bruise on the side of your head at the hairline?” “I think I must have fallen getting out of the tub and hit my head. I think I blacked out.” She now looked very concerned “Come sit down and rest. Do you want me to call and ambulance for you?” “No, no, I’m fine, really. Don’t be such a mother hen. I’m fine. All I really need is some of. “Why did you do that?” she asked.He shushed her and got in his bag. When she got in hers their heads were close together. Leaning closer, he whispered, “Anything you say in a normal tone of voice can be heard. And anyone walking south of the tent can see a shadow of us on the tent walls.”“That’s why you dumped the cots?” she whispered back.“Anyway, I don’t think one cot would hold two of us comfortably.” He kissed her.“You’re devious,” she whispered. She might disagree with him, but she. "I still don't believe it." What's to believe babe, you enjoyed the whole weekend, you had more orgasms this weekend than your oh so sweet dead husband gave you in his lifetime; so just get in a hot shower, get some sleep and you'll feel fine tomorrow." You made me." I made you nothing, you slut bitch, you like cock and I got you cock." I thought that I meant something to you, how could you?" How could I? Slut, you had to pay and you will enjoy more cock when I say so. You think that coke grows. I wonder what it would be like to spend the evenings making love together then to fall asleep with you wrapped in my arms, the softness of your body pressed next to me.Just as we are to move to the main course, there is a mighty crack outside and the house goes dark. The large maple tree on the neighbor’s property has succumbed to the storm as half of it has broken away and landed on the street at the end of your drive, the power and phone lines wrapped in its branches. Lighting flashes fill.