How have you been?” “I need to hear your voice. May I call you?” I dialed her number and waited for her to answer. “Hi Gil,” she moaned i... a small voice. “Hello Mandy, it’s been a while, are you alright?” “I’m okay. I wanted to hear your voice, that’s all. Sorry for texting you so late.” “I’m on the West Coast. It’s three hours earlier than Toronto,” I chuckled. “When will you be back?” she asked. “I land in Toronto, Friday afternoon, at four.” “Four more days,” she sighed and asked,. He scanned in every direction around him, searching for any sign oftheir attackers. He gradually rose up and began walking toward thewagon. In the distance another wagon was laying on its side; it too hadseveral arrows within it.The lad hesitantly inched his way to the first wagon he saw. Itscontents were of household items, nothing he could use. The secondwagon had a can of peaches that had been wedged under the frame of thewagon.He found a canteen lying in the tall grass, only about ten feet. Cynthia sat down on the bed and stared at him, her eyes bright with excitement and filled with adoration. ‘Are…are you going to…to make love to…to me?’ she asked. ‘Would you like me to?’ Ben asked. Cynthia nodded. ‘Yes…I…I…I do want you to,’ she murmured. Ben began unbuttoning his shirt which soon joined her clothes on the floor. While he opened his pants, Cynthia’s soft hands touched his chest and teased his nipples. ‘Uhhhhh!!!’ Ben gasped. Her touch was electric. ‘Am…am I turning you on?’. I looked out the window in front and saw another cloudless day. It would be hot up here on the bluffs.Hurley and I lived on opposite ends of a clear-cut, accessible only by a little-used logging road. The trailer was partly sheltered by large pine trees, but not hidden from sight. Hauling the Airstream up here, or taking it anywhere else, was an exercise in caution. The road was rough and I had to take it slow all the way up from the entrance down on I-84. I wasn't looking forward to moving it.