Most weddings around here are Sunday after church, and-- ours will be, too.Love to you all,MarjorieAb was sitting in his cabin after a day of hoeing. ...Some days he so much missed wrestling with Moby Dick that he lit his lamp and reread some chapter. This wasn’t one of those days, and he was sitting in the dark. There came a knock on his door.“Who is it?” he called. Tina, Cellus, and their children usually called out instead of knocking.“Sam Warren.”“Just a second, General.” He went to the door.. There would be no sudden suicidal attack; but no forgiveness either. His wife had chosen this tonight. As soon as he was gone she had arranged for Darla and her husband to go out with her tonight. She had not only gone out, which would have angered him in itself. He could have understood that, but still been angered. The bitch was now playing the slut-whore. This was the woman who had been nagging him to give her a c***d. She claimed she wanted to raise his baby.Not in this lifetime,. The audit finalized Monday and whatever he didn’t get done wouldn’t matter due to the weekend, so it was the perfect evening to relax and celebrate a little. He let me know that he’d probably be home much later than usual and it was going to work out perfectly for my plan. Thomas was good to me, but I hadn’t pulled out all the stops yet. There were some things that I wanted to ease into our sex life one at a time, giving him little treats now and then to spice things up. One thing I had kept. Faith peeked in the window for a minute then crawled back to me and nodded before quietly opening the door and slipping inside. I kept an eye out for any movement outside until she her came back out with our backpacks. We quickly headed to the back of the cabin and outside the boundary of the pens.Breathing a sigh of relief, we both dug into our packs and quickly put some clothes on. Creeping around in the dark was bad enough, but doing it naked really set your nerves on edge. Fully dressed, we.