Chance took us for a drive to the lodge at Mt. Hood. It was a beautiful old building. The whole area was very scenic and green, much more so than the ...land around Bend.My mom and dad came up a couple of times to visit. Mr. Chance let them sleep in the extra bedroom in the basement. Dad got on real well with him. They talked a lot about the war (Dad told me later that he couldn't talk about the war to anyone that hadn't been there). Dad had been in North Africa and Italy. He was real pleased when. You know where it is... don't you?"I ran quickly into Cyndi's room and got the dildo out of her top drawer. I came back in and got behind her, kneeling down at the side of the bed so I'd be off-camera."Oh yes... " she panted. "Put it in my pussy."I slid the dildo into Cyndi's cunt, burying it to the hilt inside her. Then I tugged back, working it in and out. Cyndi began to moan loud, thrashing about doggy-style on the bed. She took the dildo from my hand and started fucking herself, jogging up. Lovemaking had become sexual intercourse. Mark came but Victoria rarely because he could not be bothered with foreplay and merely rutted.Rupert, now in Libya with the battalion, felt Victoria's emptiness and despair and, although writing comfortingly, could give no other help. It was he who reminded her of her nightmare. "It was horrible and frightening while it lasted," he wrote, "but remember you woke up in the arms of the real Mark. I cannot say how long this nightmare is going last but I am. All the grass was turning brown, desperately needing rain and none in the forecast for at least a week. Running a horse-boarding farm with the heat of the days, there were few riders in the afternoon, until school lets out. The morning riders were the mature mothers of the schoolgirls who made up most of the clientele and they arrived very early when it was at least cooler. You would expect a barn full of a****ls would be like an oven, but above the stalls was the loft, where doors at each end.