.. those between that boyJohn and her old flame, was just her mind playing tricks on her. Wishfulthinking perhaps...Everyone has a double Carol mused ...wiping her eyes in a slight state ofshock. It hadn't been just wishful thinking. If Carol allowed herself tothink on it she would be swearing this very instant that Cindy had beenreincarnated and that boy, Helen was diapering at this very moment was,in fact, Cindy. The fact that John was in there getting pinned into adiaper left Carol shaken even. Many people took note of her creamy soft thighs, as her dress rode up behind her. A few coals lit under her gentle breath. She added suckers from the nearby pines and blew again until the fire caught and began burning nicely. She added more wood and looked around the camp as she set the pot on the flat cooking rock. White Fawn was nowhere in sight. Runs Like A Deer raised a cloud of dust as he rode the village horse herd up to the grassy hills above the camp. He would stand watch. My husband, Geoff, had developed an inoperable brain tumor, and had died just after our son, Sean’s first birthday. Jake frowned and continued, ‘I’m truly sorry to hear that. It must have been really tough for you to deal with, watching your husband die before your son was even a year old. It looks like we have some things in common, doesn’t it?’ For some reason, I reacted to his comment, and my reply was kind of flippant. ‘We will just have to get together sometime, and maybe we can cry on. I briefly thought he was going to personally escort her out of the bedroom, if not out of the house for that matter, but he simply stood her up, used his hand on hers to 'twirl' her around, patting her ass in the process."Very nice," he said, adding, " ... just make sure the two of you are done here by ten. Oh ... and make sure you don't leave anything behind to indicate to your mother what's been going on here either."He left shortly after that heading back to the dinner party, leaving Theresa.