Yes, a couple of days of fucking and being adored and then offto London again. Life was great. Past tense. Was. Poor Natalie.She opened her eyes and l...ooked around her. Typically, no one said a wordand just bustled on past her. Fucking Americans. It had been stupid toleave her case, but she had to get out of there. Thankfully she still hadher purse, and her credit cards. With luck she could still check into ahotel.* * * * *The number rang out again. Mark had called her too many times to. ” He flipped the canvas roll across the bench and every kitchen tool you can imagine, and some you possibly can’t, unfurled. “Holy shit! Are you a master chef or an assassin?” “Ha! No just an enthusiastic amateur.” He began by sharpening a knife with a steel, then began slicing sections of the steak that looked good enough to eat raw. He went and got some more goodies from the kitchen and while he was gone Sarah came outside. She was wearing a loose fitting pair of shorts and a bikini top.. . Natalie wants your wife to see the new drapes in our bedroom." Then he said, "Come let me show you our remodeled pool house out back."Paul stood up and he could see that Bob was a bit disoriented, so he helped him up and led him to the pool house. He was surprised at how light he seemed to be as he shouldered him past the pool to the door of the cabana.Natalie led Jillian into her bedroom and closed the door. Then she leaned her back against it and whispered, "Easy there. Just relax a. Maybe a population spike would do the town good in the end.Months went by and 36 girls and women indeed progressed through seemingly normal pregnancies. The town handled the religious outcry regarding underage girls waddling around in middle and high school. The industrious and self-sufficient westerners kept up with demands of clothing the young mothers. The town adapted as it waited.The local doctor's office did not have the sophisticated tools of a big city, but an internal ultrasound.