" I'm just a country boy love, so I guess I'll have to go along and check it out." I just might save you a dance then."She gave me directions to the h...all so I drove Alchemy over to find a parking spot with the intentions of overnighting. There was a vacant block next to the hall so I parked towards the back and away from the building. Waiting for the dance to begin, I decided on a long overdue clean up. I'd been living in Alchemy for about eight months and although I'm a reasonably clean person. If you do, I won't let him in." She doesn't move; doesn't do anything; can't tell what's true.She starts moving her hands; tracing his hair; his nose; his lips and ears. "Are you good looking?" she whispers. Is she trying to procrastinate?"Yes." He answers; thankful he is not being tested."Why are you doing this?" she asks softly, using their hands and whispering into each other's ears; trying not to involve the children."I've been watching you. You are beautiful." Don't you have a girl. Sunday turned out to be a bit more surprising than I’d anticipated. Over the fence I could hear Elizabeth working away while I settled my own plants. In the midst of this Ted, the artist, arrived. I dreaded that he might be going to ask me about the exhibition, but his real intention was to pass on what he thought was some exciting information. Ted was one of those people who like to drag out their gossip, hoping to keep the hearer in suspense. ‘Well you’re a crafty one, ‘ he began. ‘Am I, in. His touch was just that, a mere brush of his hand over her tender little mounds, all tight and tingly. Her nipples were standing at attention for his passing caress and then it was moving downward to her belly. Her muscles twitched from the stimulation of his touch barely brushing over her skin and she could hardly restrain herself from squirming away. He circled her navel and then slowly proceeded down to her abdomen.She could not help herself at this point, she had to move. She had to.