"Andrew I thought we had been through this already. Will you stop being Mr. Nice Guy and acknowledge that you aren't responsible for everything that g...oes wrong in this house? Sometimes other people mess up too, though not often."I'm so used to being the target of abuse by every female in the place that these little digs just bounce right off of me. But I had her this time. I know when I'm the culprit. This time it was my fault. I figure if I can accept the blame, in a weird way I'll be scoring. She cried out so loudly, if they had had neighbors, they would have thought she was hurt. The waves rushed over her and all she could do was so ‘Oh.’ and shake with the intensity of the feelings running over her. He smiled then kissed her lips, asking her if she was ok. ‘I.. I think so.’ That was all that she could muster out. He gently laid on top of her and entered her. She cringed as he pushed his way into her. Screaming when he hit her barrier. ‘Shh.. Baby it’s going to be ok.’ She was. But it was understood that these were extraordinary times. The village needed the traditional structures of leadership and decision-making. Furthermore, normal customs would be resumed when the rest of the Mammoth Hunters returned from the distant Winter hunting grounds.The challenge that confronted Glade and Demure after being exiled from the Cave Dwellers' society was to return to living together as they'd last done when they were younger and lived in a much warmer part of the world. It. The beautiful wife couldn’t understand how her mind and body were betraying her while her heart remained true to Fred. Her libido seemed to be working overtime as she was constantly horny and wouldn’t cease. She found herself teasing men online at the website Storiesonline but never got the nerve to Skype again because of her fame as Mrs. Missouri. She was fearful of being recognized although she tried to come with the terms that maybe she was famous in her own mind as most people don’t know.