This wasn’t her, this was Jeffery! Jeffery had cum inside her! OH GOD!“Jeffery!” She spat between clinched teeth.“Y…”“SHHH! Don’t you ...dare speak! If my Dad comes back and catches you here you are dead! After they kill me, I’m killing you!” She said. From under the bed he nodded.“You are going to have to stay under there until they go to bed. I have to go down and get your stupid pants you dropped! Also you came in me! I just want you to know that I’m going to get you. I don’t know how yet but. .. you have an enormous supply of both oats and wheat. It wouldn’t take long with your little hand mill to have enough oats for oatmeal. If you don’t mind, I think I’ll see what the mill turns out. It certainly does well with grinding the wheat for flour. With your syrup or some sugar, the oatmeal will be a substitute and something different to go with our breakfast. Maybe we can have oatmeal instead of potatoes in the morning.”“Maybe,” Morales returned uncertainly. “Oh yeah, there are a lot of. I didn’t know if it would get there at all. I guess it did.’ I nodded and told her I had found it on Christmas day, and also how much it had meant to me. She softened a bit when I said that, leaned in a little closer, put a hand on my forearm. I began to wonder if she liked me, but it might have just been the wine. I opened a second bottle. ————————- It was during that second bottle of wine that I learned Monique’s mother was Polynesian, a native of these islands. Her father was a French. .. you know ... I wasn't sure I was sane ... might as well go for broke. "Baked Idaho spud dripping with real salted butter, with chives and bacon bits. Spinach salad on the side with cheddar cheese and Italian dressing. Couple of sourdough dinner rolls piping hot from the oven with plenty of good Amish butter, and hot blueberry pie for filling up the corners?" Would you care for a Piccini 2008 Riserva Brunello di Montalcino DOCG to go with your steak? The DOCG is a ripe, fruity wine, ruby red.