I was greeted by a gentleman in a summer suit and a somber manner. He shook my hand with his left hand. His right hand had been lost somehow. He intro...duced himself as John Jennings, and I reminded him of my name, Bill High. I didn't find it too strange that he was one-handed. In farm country you see many with such losses.He was gracious enough to take me to my hotel in the little electric car that seemed to represent the transportation means in the town. They were supplemented by a trolley. "Oh, by the spirits. I am sorry, Harlen." She said. "I did not mean to offend."He chuckled. "Offend isn't the word I would choose, m'lady." He said. "Shock, perhaps, or maybe stun, or even possibly amaze."She giggled. "I shall fix it at once." She said. "May I borrow your sharp knife?"He held the requested implement out to her and she cut a cloth from the ever-dwindling blanket. He turned about while she placed it, folding the ends over the front and back of her skirt and the middle running. "Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my house?" She demanded as she jumped up accusingly, mindless of her breasts springing up and down in emphasis of her words. "Sorry Valerie it was an accident, I didn't realise" He uttered in a worried voice. "How can that be an accident, you were jerking off over me or going to **** me?" She shouted, then "How do you know my name? Have we met before? I don't remember you!" He looked crestfallen and guilty at the same time. "I'm renting next door. His much larger and darker hand enveloped hers as he pulled her into an embrace much the same as she had shared moments before with her in-laws. Jill’s world tilted on its axis then. She was not sure if she could describe the feeling, but she knew it well. It was the safety and security that she had only ever felt with Peter. As much as she loved and adored Rick and Shelly not even they could offer that feeling. It was as if a part of Peter was with her now, as ridiculous as that sounded. The.