‘Oh thank heavens you’re back. I was worried you might have gone for good.’ ‘No, why would I do that?’ ‘Oh I may have said something that ...upset you. Then I thought perhaps you can understand I’m still not thinking straight because my late husband was buried two months ago today.’ ‘Irma, please don’t upset yourself over me. You have more important things to focus on.’ Reaching into the trunk of his Mercedes Douglas grinned, ‘I was so grateful of the warmth of your hospitality and you coping so. You must have gone inside and removed your panties. I tried to hide my surprise, but I know that my face must have turned the same color as the hot dogs. To try and hide the rise in my shorts, I shifted closer to the grill almost burning myself in the process. You laughed, then quickly shut your legs as someone turned to talk. Every few minutes when someone turned away, you would do it again. This was going to be a long day. I plated some food looking around before heading back to my grill. You. As I moved to get up, I realized there was a soft arm draped across my chest and a leg resting on my thighs. I looked down to see dark locks of hair draped across my chest and felt the soft rise and fall of my companion’s chest. The scent that filled my senses told me that Violet was the one lying with me. I enjoyed the contact, knowing my beloved was with me. I knew I had to get out of the bed to relieve myself and go eat. I just could not pull myself away from the contact. It had been a while. Sometimes a tribe gathered in units of no more than a handful of individuals where maybe two or three families lived together and relied on a wide hunting range and a small cave to survive. Other tribes lived in villages of thirty or forty people, although sometimes the numbers were nearly double that. Their homes ranged in sophistication from huts of straw and mud via tents of animal-hide to wooden frames bound together by vines and animal intestines. There were tribes that Glade and Demure.