“I did it when he was in the shower, before but I could do it again in front of him. Make note of the book ... Ask him if he ever ... Would he like ...to”... “OK, that’s Mave,” she said.“Are you cool, if he wants to touch?” I said, “we need to set up the boundaries now, together before involving him, otherwise it’s just cruel.”“You know I trust you,” she said. “I will do anything you do first, or say you’ll do next.”“I love you,” I said before kissing her deeply.“Did you really think that I would. She quickly grabbed me and gently pushed me until my back was up against the wall. She reached up placing her arms around my neck and looked up into my eyes with a mischievous smile on her face. I smiled back at her as she slowly lowered her hands and started to undo the first button of my powder blue polo shirt. Every button she undid was like a ritual. She would undo one button, look into my eyes and kiss me lightly on the lips, then pull back and start on the next button. Damn this woman was. ."She didn't have a chance to finish what she was saying. I reached out and practically dragged her inside, out of the rain. Upon closer inspection, it was not a coat but a dark gray sweater that came down to just above her knees. It was soaked and half the buttons were missing. She stood there, trying to hold it closed, shivering.Her face looked like it was having problems deciding whether to be dirty or clean. I came to the conclusion that it had been dirty and the rain had rinsed some of the. But, as it became evident this hampering means of locomotion was hindering Kimberly's efficient abilities, Jennifer loosened her rein somewhat.We had come to crave red meat. Monkey meat was tough and good only in a stew. When we would bring down one of the "rat pigs" there was exuberance about the camp. These animals were crafty and had become aware of our threat. They would squeal and vanish at the first sign of us. We had to use all our developing skills to kill them.The previous evening.