“Don’t you think that’s a little extreme? We’ve really only known her a few months, and while the sex is fantastic there could be all sorts of... legal ramifications.“There’s no legal way to do it, and I’m honestly not worried about us, but what about Louisa?”“What do you mean?”“What if we did this, and a few years down the road we decided we wanted to stop?”“Why would we do that?”“Who knows? Who could have said five years ago that we’d be where we are now? Maybe we decide to have children, and. "The Harvest Festival is no simple celebration, though that is how those who know the truth present it." He laid the book in front of Danica, and then took a seat as well.Danica studied the yellowed page, which bore the heading, The Ritual of Harvest. To her amazement, she discovered that the traditions always known to her as decoration and fun activities for a party were in truth parts of a ritual spell. Her cheeks warmed when she saw that even the 'secret' tradition of young couples sneaking. When Angela spotted one of the people we'd seen the day before, heading towards the diner, we left the area, drove back to the eatery, and walked in like the brother - sister couple we pretended to be.Just before we were seated in a booth far from the door and windows, Angela moved to sit beside me on the padded bench, instead of across as the waitress intended. She smiled at the surprised server and slid her hand into my lap, squeezing Mr. Johnson for her benefit, and as explanation for her. . . . in the grass?”I am tingling all over. “Yeah. . . . I mean, I didn't have to worry about that. . . . I'm outside. . . it won't mess anything up.” I feel my own erection pressing desperately against its containment in my underwear.I need to make the move now before I shake into pieces. I getup from the bed and walk to the closet. “Hey, give me a minute,” I say and open the closet door and walk inside. As I close the door I hear him say “Wow. . . that's amazing! Really!” My hands are shaking.