“Neither,” Vickie replied. “Facial. It’s good for the skin.”“Yeah, that’s what boys want you to believe. Seriously? Too gross!”“So, ...you’re a spitter?”Without hesitating Tiffany answered, “I’ll let a guy do it on my boobs. Not the face. And for the right guy… I’ll swallow. But only if he’s serious about me.”“Serious or not,” Vickie said, “I ain’t tasting that spunk. Besides, boys want to think they’re porn stars when they’re getting some, why not feed their egos a little? It keeps them coming. The bed was huge.“Now as one of the partners in this trio, I made a unilateral decision. I know that we talked about having separate rooms so we could have some privacy, but we are married; and there will be no sleeping in separate beds when we are under this roof. I hope this does not make you upset, but I will not sleep in a bed without my wife AND my husband.”“Oh sweetie. I love it.”“Paul?”“That solves the “who do I sleep with” problem!”“That is right. You were worried about the logistics of. I had a change of heart when Mikah and I returned from out morning walk. Jess and his helper were on site and ready to work. Janet was up and getting dressed for her trip home. I managed a shower and to get dressed before she left. I was working on a bran muffin with that terrible hot chocolate, when she left for Durham.At ten a large Ford SUV arrived. My first thought was a junior FBI agent. Two minutes later I got my first look at Agent Betty Davis. Before she exited the car, she waited for a. "There is always wood to be chopped." Show me the axe and I'll be happy to" which she did.While I was chopping wood I thought about my quick healing and the amount of digging that I did yesterday. I knew that I was in excellent shape before, but now I seemed to have much greater powers of recovery. I really didn't think that I would have been able to dig the graves in one day when I was on old Earth without completely collapsing. Here I dug the graves one day and now I was getting ready to chop.