None of these events ever happened. This story is nothing more than words that came from my imagination. Any similarity to any real people, places, or... events is purely coincidental. Operators of erotic story web sites, whether free or fee-based, have my permission to post my stories for public reading, provided that credit is given to "Hungry Guy" as the author, and as long as you don't make changes other than fixing typos. Even beware of fixing typos, for I occasionally use local slang and. As for defining himself through the eyes of others, Michael had nothing to say, for he had thrown Maddie out of his bed six months ago when Rosalie Brown had espied the brother and sister embracing at the edge of the meadow. By that evening the gossip had begun to make its rounds of New Abbey, traveling all the way to Dumfries. The laird prefers to graze in his own pasture, folks were saying, among other choice things. That had been the end. Maddie took the third step as a hard icy rain began. “That’s fair enough. You gave us six months, long enough to get this county back to some kind of law and order. I can take it from here. I can’t promise that the laws won’t change at all, but we’ll have to deal with any consequences if they do, and even then, the revisions are likely to be minimal. We got local commerce happening again, full swing, even if the global and national economies are still toast. We’ll make do. Thank you again for delaying your trip by six months, vato,” Stuart. I was uncomfortable at first, but I know that the rites and customs of a foreign society are not mine to question.On the first day of the Festival the adults of the town, including me, gathered in the square and drew marbles from a box. Those who drew red marbles gathered together as did each group that drew blue and yellow. The number of red marbles equaled the number of males who were participating. The number of blue marbles equaled the number of girls. Those who did not draw a red or blue.