Don's friend Stix was telling stories about life on the road. Kasey and Jenny were watching him intently. She watched as Stix's wife, Robin, tried to ...keep control of her three boys. It was just what she needed. She felt comfortable now. Kasey had a place to live, a place filled with love and affection. Her pain would be bearable knowing this.Leslie was watching her intently from across the table. Jessie smiled. "I'm okay, Les," she said. "Everything will be okay."Suddenly Don banged his fork on. Fran tried to turn her head enough to see what he was doing but his sexy body blocked her vision. She pulled at her ties but to no avail. Ian then turned back to the bed and took up his position between her legs once more. ‘What are you doing?’ she asked suspiciously. He didn’t reply but she soon found out anyway when she felt an ice cube being pushed inside of her. She bucked as she felt it melting in her hot pussy and then dribbling out and down the crack of her butt. Ian’s tongue started. ”I took a deep breath in an attempt to contain my excitement.“I’m looking forward to this.”She smiled.“I know you are.”I got home a few hours later and found Chris working hard in the kitchen. He prepared parmesan risotto with roasted shrimp and paired it perfectly with a bottle of Far Niente Chardonnay. Once we were done eating, I retired to the living room to watch the news while he cleared the table and did the dishes.“Did you like dinner, honey?” He said while entering the room with two. " Nothing time and grits won't cure," Martha said, wrapping linen bandage around my leg and tying it off. She changed the dressing on my forehead and looked at the notch in my nose, squeezing a leaf that dripped juice on it. "Go on and pull up y'britches," she told me, packing up her midwife bag.I stood and did as she suggested. Half of July had slipped by. Banastre Tarleton was out raiding far and wide while Cornwallis sat in Portsmouth, resting I supposed and planning what to do next. Either.