"Well I'm the only one here, and I'll be with you the whole time, so don't worry about it bothering me at all..."She laughed nervously. "OK. But uh-- ...I just, hope that your neighbors... don't... "I laid her down on my bed, her legs unwrapped from around my waist and fell d****d over the side of the mattress. I looked down-- she had a dull ruddy red bush of curly pubic hair-- There wasn't a lot of hair, but what hair there was seemed unmaintained. Bush never bothered me much-- and, again, seeing. " ' Let's just see how things develop' I thought, 'Itcould turn out to be fun after all' ….. 6 months later Minutes seemed like hours, hours long as days, and days…I lost countof the days; maybe it was two weeks, maybe two and a half. The "shit-hole",as she likes to call our cellar was cold and wet; it wasn't empty but stillit seemed so. All the things we kept inside I had to move up to the attic soher playroom could serve for only one purpose: to become my home. When shewas arranging it. Fucking. Charts.He's right where he said he'd be, when he said he'd be. Towards the far end of the curved bar with a tumbler of vodka; condensation forming on the nearby bottle of tonic. With one foot on the brass bar rail, his gunmetal suit stretches deliciously across his firm behind.The piped piano music washes over me as panic grips. A host of emotions claw at my judgement and knot my stomach: primarily fear. Fear over what the hell I'm doing meeting him. Fear it's too soon. Fear I may have. Sarah prided herself in her camp skills and quickly had fire started while she chopped more wood pieces. Another pair of snowmobiles pulled off the trail. Sarah quickly motioned for the young couple to join them. You sure its OK to join you? Shore enough. Replied Sarah with her trademark smile and greeting. Thats Bristol getting the food out, we have plenty and Rod will be brewing the coffee. Hi I am Angie and this is my husband Brad. Yall sound like you are from back east. Laughed Sarah,.